Текст песни
To the father s open arms, oh the glory rag tag soldiers coming home Band, hear the long and broken line
with the wounds that never heal
Beat the drum, from the war torn lands we come
God bless you all, with the wounds that never heal
We are coming home at last, from the battle scorched and blast Band, we are coming home at last
From the bloody battlefield, we are coming home at last Coming, from the battle scorched and blast
From the bloody battlefield, we are coming home at last
To the father s open arms, to the father s open arms
We are coming come at last, from abuse that did such harm, from the bloody battlefield
To the father s open arms, we are coming home at last
We are coming home at last, beat the drum, from the bloody battlefield
With the wounds that never heal, to the well worn open door
Oh the glory rag tag soldiers coming home, to the father s open arms
To the father s open arms, not one comrade left behind
Not one comrade left behind, conflict past
we are coming home at last
from the battle scorched and blast
We are coming home at last, hear the long and broken line At, we are coming home at last
We are coming come at last, god bless you all
To the father s open arms, we are coming home at last, from the war torn lands we come
Blow the bugle, from the battle scorched and blast
We are coming home at last, from the battle scorched and blast
God bless you all, from the bloody battlefield, we are coming home at last
from abuse that did such harm
We are coming home at last, from the battle scorched and blast, we are coming home at last
We are coming home at last, blow the bugle We, from the self inflicted war
with the wounds that never heal
God bless you all, we are coming home at last, with the wounds that never heal
With the wounds that never heal, from the self inflicted war Last, we are coming come at last
From the bloody battlefield, not one comrade left behind
To the father s open arms, to the father s open arms Are, from the war torn lands we come
to the father s open arms
from the bloody battlefield
Blow the bugle, with the wounds that never heal
to the father s open arms
To the father s open arms, god bless you all, to the father s open arms
Not one comrade left behind, conflict past, with the wounds that never heal
we are coming home at last
To the father s open arms, conflict past
Conflict past, conflict past
Oh the glory rag tag soldiers coming home, from the war torn lands we come, we are coming home at last
beat the drum
god bless you all
From abuse that did such harm, to the father s open arms Last, we are coming home at last
we are coming home at last
from abuse that did such harm
We are coming come at last, to the father s open arms Home, to the father s open arms