I think of my soldier gone to the war
Encamped on the banks of a dark foreign shore
He dares not to sleep there for fear of his life
Twas only a fortnight he made me his wife

I bade him adieu with a hope and concern
He said I would see him upon his return
So full of devotion and bright valiant youth
I pray every moment his words be the truth

I think of our future
Fragile and free
And long for the day when
Together we’ll be

I think of my soldier far from his home
The green rolling hills where he often did roam
The sweet winding rivers and valleys beside
Replaced by the fields where his friends bled and died

I think of their sacrifice
Paid with their lives
To know that their loved one
Somewhere survives

I think of my soldier gone to the war
Encamped on the banks of a dark foreign shore
I watch o’er the ocean both early and late
It won’t be much longer have that we’ll have to wait
No, it won’t be much longer have that we’ll have to wait