To My Dearest Wife
Waitin' on a sunrise, I've given up on sleep
My only thoughts are with you all back home in Tennessee
They're dug in on the hilltop, we got cover in the trees
Between the two, an open field that looks like hell to me
And to my dearest wife I write
Kiss our baby girls tonight
Tomorrow's battle will not wait
But I don't see no other way
I can see the old house not too long ago
Every night I slept by your side, heaven just bein' home
Can hear 'em callin' Reveille, I can see the sun
It breaks my heart we're kept apart, still fightin' to be done
And to my dearest wife I write
Kiss our baby girls tonight
Tomorrow's battle will not wait
But I don't see no other way
Mine eyes have seen the glory
The glory of the comin' of the Lord
And he is tramplin' out the vintage
The vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored
Now the sun is risen, you mean the world to me
My thoughts was turned to work at hand far from Tennessee
They're dug in on the hilltop, we leave the cover of the trees
We'll march across that open field that looks like hell to me
To my dearest wife I write
Kiss our baby girls tonight
Tomorrow's battle will not wait
But I don't see no other way
The bride of war wears blood and fire
Hand-in-hand, death walks beside her
We'll cross the field, lay all to waste
I don't see no other way
To my dearest wife I write
Kiss our baby girls tonight
My only thoughts are with you all back home in Tennessee
They're dug in on the hilltop, we got cover in the trees
Between the two, an open field that looks like hell to me
And to my dearest wife I write
Kiss our baby girls tonight
Tomorrow's battle will not wait
But I don't see no other way
I can see the old house not too long ago
Every night I slept by your side, heaven just bein' home
Can hear 'em callin' Reveille, I can see the sun
It breaks my heart we're kept apart, still fightin' to be done
And to my dearest wife I write
Kiss our baby girls tonight
Tomorrow's battle will not wait
But I don't see no other way
Mine eyes have seen the glory
The glory of the comin' of the Lord
And he is tramplin' out the vintage
The vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored
Now the sun is risen, you mean the world to me
My thoughts was turned to work at hand far from Tennessee
They're dug in on the hilltop, we leave the cover of the trees
We'll march across that open field that looks like hell to me
To my dearest wife I write
Kiss our baby girls tonight
Tomorrow's battle will not wait
But I don't see no other way
The bride of war wears blood and fire
Hand-in-hand, death walks beside her
We'll cross the field, lay all to waste
I don't see no other way
To my dearest wife I write
Kiss our baby girls tonight
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Writer(s): Benjamin Nichols
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