Coming Home for Christmas

I stuck my head so far above the wire last night
To draw the sniper’s fire from my buddy’s light
And now I’m packing up my gun, stowing my kit
I’m moving my butt outta this fiery pit
And the captain says, «Ah, you did good son»
Ah, but I know what I’ve seen
And it don’t bring no joy
And I can’t tell my wife
And I can’t tell my boy
I’m coming home for good
I hope will never have to shoot no one again
They’re bringing me outta here tonight
And I’ll be home by the morning light
From a son of a gun to a home-loving beach bum
Job done
Two weeks have passed
And I can still see blokes I left behind
And I ask the same old question
Why did we have to fight?
I got shrapnel scars and a weeping eye
And I can’t stare too long at these Christmas light
And I’m scared to sleep 'cause in every dream I die
So my family and I join the soldiers' march
We hold our banners high in the center of the park
We sing peace on earth under the Christmas tree
And bring all our boys back home
We’re coming home for good
And there is an airlift coming from oversees, yeah
Bringing the boys back to stay
Leave the folks out there to find their own way
No one’s gonna miss us anyway
Bring all the boys back home this Christmas
Bring back the days when we were young and we were free
When the world could live as one and there was nothing we couldn’t overcome
And every Christmas was a family of fun
No enemy to overcome
Well, let’s bring the boys back home this Christmas
Bring 'em home
Bring all the boys back home
Bring 'em home