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| Letters from Home Copyright Alice E. Steimle - 2004 |
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| Lying there in the desert sand He reads his letters and tries to understand What is he doing here, he doesn't belong Yet the letters from home keeps him strong Just a young man, just come of age He wonders what really set this stage A war that goes on, and when will it end He ponders again as he reads what his family send |
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| His father wrote just the other day Son, I know what you're doing and in a way I fought a war we couldn't win Just another crime, just another sin Be brave, Son, for you'll never walk alone Think of the things that will bring you home Our prayers are with you both day and night We know God's with you there as you fight |
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| Another letter he holds in his hand From his sweetheart, she proudly will stand Her heart is pure, and ever so true Hurry home, Hon, for I still love you His buddies see the tears in his eyes They know his feelings and realize They, too, have letters from home They fight, and pray together, never being alone |
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| Letters from home is sung by John Michael Montgomery. Used for entertainment purposes only. I take no credit for it. |