In December 1964
In a foreign land there waged a war
But here at home a young man wed
And a Windsor town, his young life led
Six months did pass to the month of June
When the bands did play a marching tune
From his loving wife he was forced to go
The reason why, he was soon to know
A soldier boy he was to be
In that foreign land across the sea
To fight a war that was not his own
To leave his young wife all alone
He was soon transported overseas
And into battle he went most cautiously
He was not afraid, he was brave and strong
But he hoped that the war would not be long
Then to Windsor Town there came one day
A photograph from far away
And with... a message came
And the young girl smiled as she read his name
Then the weeks did pass and it was Spring
And another letter they did bring
But for his name she searched in vain
For a soldier boy was in battle slain
Oh in Vietnam in a field he died
He was not a violent man she cried
He never was a true soldier
And she held his picture close to her
Oh they made him carry a gun
She knew he never could kill anyone
And she told us all, as she closed her door
He should never had fought in this terrible war
In a foreign land there waged a war
But here at home a young man wed
And a Windsor town, his young life led
Six months did pass to the month of June
When the bands did play a marching tune
From his loving wife he was forced to go
The reason why, he was soon to know
A soldier boy he was to be
In that foreign land across the sea
To fight a war that was not his own
To leave his young wife all alone
He was soon transported overseas
And into battle he went most cautiously
He was not afraid, he was brave and strong
But he hoped that the war would not be long
Then to Windsor Town there came one day
A photograph from far away
And with... a message came
And the young girl smiled as she read his name
Then the weeks did pass and it was Spring
And another letter they did bring
But for his name she searched in vain
For a soldier boy was in battle slain
Oh in Vietnam in a field he died
He was not a violent man she cried
He never was a true soldier
And she held his picture close to her
Oh they made him carry a gun
She knew he never could kill anyone
And she told us all, as she closed her door
He should never had fought in this terrible war
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Album: Gary Shearston - Sings His Songs
Gary Shearston Sings His Songs Album Notes
lyrics from Vietnam War Song Project (#19)