Gently As She Goes, A Hero Comes Home

 

…lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes
Eyes, blue as the sea and the sky
Water flows, water flows
Heart, burning like fire in the night
Gently as she goes…



Just wait though wide he may roam
Always a hero comes home
He goes where no one has gone
But always a hero comes home
He knows of places unknown
But always a hero comes home
He goes where no one has gone
But always a hero comes home