Two days past
eighteen, he was waiting for the bus in his army green.
I cried. Never gonna hold the hand of another guy! "Too young for him" they told her, "waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier!" Our love will never end, waitin' for the soldier to come back again. Never more to be alone, when the letter said a soldier's coming home. So the letters came from an army camp in California, then Vietnam. And he told her of his heart. It might be love and all of the things he was so scared of. He said, "When it's getting kinda rough over here, I think of that day sittin' down at the pier. And I close my eyes and see your pretty smile! Don't worry, but I won't be able to write for a while." I cried. Never gonna hold the hand of another guy! "Too young for him" they told her, "waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier!" Our love will never end, waitin' for the soldier to come back again. Never more to be alone, when the letter said a soldier's coming home. One Friday night at a football game,
Crying all alone under the stands
I cried! Never gonna hold the hand of another guy! "Too young for him," they told her, "waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier!" Our love will never end, waitin' for the soldier to come back again... Never more to be alone, when the letter said a soldier's coming home.... |
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