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Two days past eighteen, he was waitin' for the bus in his army greens
Sat down in a booth at a café there gave his order to the girl with a bow in her hair
He's a little shy so she gave him a smile so he said would you mind sittin' down for a while
And talkin' to me I'm feelin' a little low she said I'm off in an hour and I know where we can go.
So they went down and they sat on the pier, he said I bet you got a boyfriend but I don't care
I've got no one to send a letter to, would you mind if I sent one back here to you?
I cried, never gonna hold the hand of another guy, too young for him they told her
Waitin' for the love of the travelin' soldier our love will never end
Waitin' for the soldier to come back again never more to be alone
When the letter says a soldier's coming home.
So the letters came from an army camp in California then Vietnam
and he told his heart "it might be love" and all of the things he was so scared of
Said when it's gettin kinda tough over here I think about that day sittin' down at the pier
And close my eyes and see your pretty smile, now don't worry but I won't be able to write for a while.
I cried, never gonna hold the hand of another guy, too young for him they told her
Waitin' for the love of the travelin' soldier our love will never end
Waitin' for the soldier to come back again never more to be alone
When the letter says a soldier's coming home.
One Friday night at a football game, the Lord's Prayer said and the anthem sang
A man said folks would you bow your heads for the list of local Vietnam dead
Cryin' all alone under the stands was the piccolo player in the marching band
And one name read and no one really cared but a pretty little girl with a bow in her hair.
I cried, never gonna hold the hand of another guy, too young for him they told her
Waitin' for the love of the travelin' soldier our love will never end
Waitin' for the soldier to come back again never more to be alone
When the letter says a soldier's coming home...