Where he is the sky is crying
The ground dotted with puddles of blood.
This one poor solider's lying
Crawling face down in the mud.

Where she is the sun is shining
The world is full of life.
She sirts and waits -- defining
The portrait of a solider's wife.

She reaches for the envelope
And wonders what he'll say.
She can scarely dare to hope
This time he'll be coming home to stay.

And suddenly "the other side"
Appears above the crest.
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
He taskes a bullet in the chest.

As if it were an omen
His forgotten wife -- she cries.
And far across the ocean
This one poor solider dies.