Coming Home for Christmas - Leo Sayer

I stuck my head so far above the wire last night

To draw the sniper’s fire from my buddy’s light

And now I’m packing up my gun, stowing my kit

I’m moving my butt outta this fiery pit

And the captain says, «Ah, you did good son»

Ah, but I know what I’ve seen

And it don’t bring no joy

And I can’t tell my wife

And I can’t tell my boy

I’m coming home for good

I hope will never have to shoot no one again

They’re bringing me outta here tonight

And I’ll be home by the morning light

From a son of a gun to a home-loving beach bum

Job done

Two weeks have passed

And I can still see blokes I left behind

And I ask the same old question

Why did we have to fight?

I got shrapnel scars and a weeping eye

And I can’t stare too long at these Christmas light

And I’m scared to sleep 'cause in every dream I die

So my family and I join the soldiers' march

We hold our banners high in the center of the park

We sing peace on earth under the Christmas tree

And bring all our boys back home

We’re coming home for good

And there is an airlift coming from oversees, yeah

Bringing the boys back to stay

Leave the folks out there to find their own way

No one’s gonna miss us anyway

Bring all the boys back home this Christmas

Bring back the days when we were young and we were free

When the world could live as one and there was nothing we couldn’t overcome

And every Christmas was a family of fun

No enemy to overcome

Well, let’s bring the boys back home this Christmas

Bring 'em home

Bring all the boys back home

Bring 'em home