A song about the fear and lonliness a soldier must feel, away from home in a foreign field

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Inspired by 'Birdsong' by Sebastian Faulks. The whole thing was done in a few hours, so I would like to spend some serious time re-doing it . But for now this is it. Thanks to Dave Schwan by American buddie for helping with the Music

Tom are you listening to me,
how your letters set me free and spur me on
Mar, many thanks for your advice
the cake was very nice, please send some Tea

As we march into this town, dark shadows in the window
your photo in my pocket next to me
and my boots upon cold stone, so alone
please keep the home fire's burning for me

Jo, though you begged me not to go
I'm a long, long way from home and missing you
Par, these days I often think of you
that smile I never knew, look down on me

But when all is said and done, this war it must be won
and we are fighting for out children to be free
please tell all the folks back home, home sweet home
please keep the Home fires burning for me

Tom, help your Mother while you can
one day you'll be man, don't follow me…