You've seen me slip beyond our door
To whisper home again from wars
I've fought within, to you again—
And pillow, table, field, plow—
I pray, these too, that you'll allow.
You've seen me slip beyond our door
To whisper home again from wars
I've fought within, to you again—
And pillow, table, field, plow—
I pray, these too, that you'll allow.