Hard the work and long the day,
But my heart is with you, Mary,
Though I'm many a mile away.
Kiss the children for me Mary,
Do not let them pine or grieve.
Tell them how I'm working for them,
Why our home I had to leave.
Building dams, airfields and factories,
Moving concrete by the load —
But I'll be with you in November
When I'm finished on the road.
Contributed by Bernart Bartleby - 2016/11/16 - 16:00
B.B. - 2018/4/20 - 08:19
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