My boy is coming from the war
S. Foster
"My boy is coming from the war,
He's coming home to me,"
"O! how I long to see his face,"
And hear his voice of glee.
Of all the days that ever dawned
This is the brightest day,
For sad and lonely was my heart
When Harry went away.
Chorus:
My boys is coming from the war
He's coming home to me,
O! how I long to see his face,
And hear his voice of glee.
My boy is coming from the war,
I've waited for him long,
I miss the music of his laugh,
His light and happy song;
But now I'll clasp him in my arms
And ever by my side,
He'll linger while my life glides on
To quiet eventide.
Chorus:
My boys is coming from the war
He's coming home to me,
O! how I long to see his face,
And hear his voice of glee.