And every night they lie awake
And dream of Mama's chocolate cake
And wonder if they'll be there tomorrow
And will they ever see
Their home and their family
Or will they ever be back home
And boys who never learned to pray
Look to the Heavens everyday
And stumble through a simple little prayer
And ask the Lord above
To send them home to the ones they love
Oh, God, I hope they make it home
And every day some young man dies
And in the night some young girl cries
He'll never hear his baby's laughter
He'll never ever see his home and his family
Or what he's done for you and me
But I guess he's on his way back home
And dream of Mama's chocolate cake
And wonder if they'll be there tomorrow
And will they ever see
Their home and their family
Or will they ever be back home
And boys who never learned to pray
Look to the Heavens everyday
And stumble through a simple little prayer
And ask the Lord above
To send them home to the ones they love
Oh, God, I hope they make it home
And every day some young man dies
And in the night some young girl cries
He'll never hear his baby's laughter
He'll never ever see his home and his family
Or what he's done for you and me
But I guess he's on his way back home
Contributed by Alvaro de Britto - 2008/2/17 - 01:48
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Esta canção constava da primeira fita cassete que comprei, junto com meu pai, quando a família adquiriu seu primeiro aparelho estereofônico. Fala dos soldados na guerra e de seus sonhos de retornar à casa. Corriam, então, os tempos dos protestos contra a campanha norte-americana no Vietnã, mas ela ainda me emociona hoje.