Intro
Verse 1
I Wrote You A Letter On Christmas Day Morn,
The Frost Kissed My Fingers, My Boots Badly Worn.
Said We Sang In The Dark Just To Hold Off The Fear,
And I Smiled As I Told You, “We’ll Be Home This Next Year.”
Verse 2
In February’s Murder, I Wrote Through The Rain,
Said The Nights Here Are Endless And Daylight Feels Vain.
The Cries Of The Wounded Still Echo Through It,
And I Whisper Your Name In A Half-Broken Prayer.
Verse 3
In April I Wrote From A Cold Narrow Bed,
With Shrapnel Inside Me And Ghosts In My Head.
I Told You I’m Healing, But Truth Be I Lied,
Each Breath Feels Borrowed, Each Moment A Night.
Verse 4
In June We Went Over, The Whistle, The Climb,
I Saw Tommy Fall First, Still Stuck In His Prime.
The Dirt Caught My Knees As I Dropped To The Ground,
And I Prayed In A Whisper, I Wouldn’t Be Found.
Verse 5
I Wrote You Again, Though My Hands Had Turned Red,
Wrote Of Lads Who Still Laughed, Though The Others Lay Dead.
I Said, “Tell The Young Ones Be Braver Than Me,
For We Fought Not For Glory, But To Keep Them All Free.”
Verse 6
They Found Me In August, In Silence I Lay,
With One Final Letter I Never Did Say.
It Was Tucked In My Coat Where Your Name Had Been Sewn,
And These Were The Last Words I Scrawled All Alone.
Verse 7
Tell Mother I Love Her, Tell Father I Tried,
I Fought For Our Freedom And Held My Own Pride.
Tell My Niece And My Nephew I Wish I Could Stay,
But The Angels Are Calling, I’m Leaving Today.
Verse 8
My Darling, Forgive Me, I Won’t Make It Home,
I Dream Of Your Laughter Wherever I Roam.
If The Wind Ever Whispers Along Ireland’s Shore,
Know My Heart’s With You Always, Forever And More.
Verse 8
Now I Sleep Where The Guns Carve The Earth Into Stone,
Far From The Fields And The Home I Have Known.
Lay A Hand On My Name Where The Wild Poppies Grow,
For I Rest With My Brothers.
But I Love You, I Know.
