to my dearest wife

Lucero

Waiting on the sunrise
Given up on sleep
My only thoughts are with you all
Back home in Tennessee
TheyÂ?re dug in on the hilltop
We got cover in the trees
Between the two an open field
That looks like hell to me

To my dearest wife I write
Kiss our baby girls tonight
Tomorrows battle will not wait
I donÂ?t see no other way

I can see the old house
Not too long ago
Every night slept by your side
Heaven just being home
I can hear the reveille
I can see the sun
Breaks my heart weÂ?re kept apart
Still fighting to be done

Mine eyes have seen the glory
The glory of the coming of the Lord
He is trampling out the vintage
The vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored

Now the sun is risen
You mean the world to me
My thoughts must turn to work at hand
Far from Tennessee
TheyÂ?re dug in on the hilltop
WeÂ?ll leave the cover of the trees
And march across that open field
That looks like hell to me

To my dearest wife I write
Kiss our baby girls tonight
Tomorrows battle will not wait
I donÂ?t see no other way
The bride of war wears blood and fire
Hand in hand death walks beside her
WeÂ?ll cross the field lay all to waste
I donÂ?t see no other way
To my dearest wife I write
Kiss our baby girls tonight