My wife sleeps soundly in her bed
On bended knee I kiss her head
And then a single tear I shed
For I must go to war
And so I turn and wipe my cheek
Facing the hall where my children sleep
This time I know I cannot weep
For I must go to war
I walk this hall which seems a mile
Was this the last I'd see their smiles
I've finally made it to the door
But I don't want to go to war
I'd rather stay, I'd rather live
I'd rather play with all my kids
And kiss my wife and hold her tight
And laugh and love all through the night
But that's what every man desires
Every man who's gone before
So for my family, God, and Country
I must go to war
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