Ive come home to stay
there are songs to be sung
So here I will pray till the days work is done
lay myself down, to pillow my head
and seek thyn forgiveness for the blood I have shed
Long dusted road
a house at the end
bridges to build and houses to mend
There's a lone child with a bag and a gun
and here he will stay, till the days work is done
He was a young soldier, no older than twelve
and this boy, you see, was sent straight to hell
the devil he said "Here will you pray?"
A smile, from the boys lips did stray.
Sir, ill chat. But Im not here to stay
The devil did sneer, and with his forked tongue. Took hold the boys hand, and lifted his gun.
He cocked that hammer and started to squeeze
the boy said a prayer and dropped to his knees
the devil he laughed and with one final sigh, the boy said a prayer and his very last goodbye.
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