Mrs Behavin
Well-Known Member
Something I read that fit the moment:
Miles away on a lonely post,
A soldier sits alone;
Dreaming back to days gone by,
Now, it's Christmas away from home.
Somewhere on an ocean blue,
A Sailor wipes a tear;
Duty calls, but still he yearns,
For the joy of bygone years.
And there among the ones who serve,
A woman thinks of home;
In service to her country,
This year, she is alone.
Away from friends and family,
The memories of home are clear;
When life was oh, so simple,
With loved ones gathered near.
Somewhere in a prison camp,
A heart cries out for home,
Where quiet desperation speaks...
"Did they leave me here alone?"
There in the lonely silence,
Soft and sweet and low;
A Christmas song begins to play,
And tears begin to flow.
For in the soft, sweet melody,
The memories start to stream;
Of, "I'll Be Home For Christmas,
If Only In My Dreams."
So, bless the sailor across the blue,
And the soldier who serves our land;
With Christmas dreams to fill their hearts,
Till they come home again.
Miles away on a lonely post,
A soldier sits alone;
Dreaming back to days gone by,
Now, it's Christmas away from home.
Somewhere on an ocean blue,
A Sailor wipes a tear;
Duty calls, but still he yearns,
For the joy of bygone years.
And there among the ones who serve,
A woman thinks of home;
In service to her country,
This year, she is alone.
Away from friends and family,
The memories of home are clear;
When life was oh, so simple,
With loved ones gathered near.
Somewhere in a prison camp,
A heart cries out for home,
Where quiet desperation speaks...
"Did they leave me here alone?"
There in the lonely silence,
Soft and sweet and low;
A Christmas song begins to play,
And tears begin to flow.
For in the soft, sweet melody,
The memories start to stream;
Of, "I'll Be Home For Christmas,
If Only In My Dreams."
So, bless the sailor across the blue,
And the soldier who serves our land;
With Christmas dreams to fill their hearts,
Till they come home again.