|Freedom Has To Be Paid|
|Our Troops; I realize this used to be the Eden|
Where God made Adam, and his wife Eve
But you have been gone too long; and bleeding
So hurry up, and come on home. Will you please?
We all miss you; we all love you, and respect you too
All that has to be done; of that we are well assured
We know that in you heart, and your strength; you shall do.
But 'O, it's so hard to know what you all have endured.
Come home for a while; no, come home to stay
Lord, bring our people home; let them at home be
We miss you and love you and every night we Pray
They have been gone so long; to make our Country free.
Freedom isn't easy to come by; Freedom has to be paid
God go with these troops of ours; all; even today
Many will come home, but some in their graves are laid.
Because we know without Thee; there's no other way.
We know you're paying for freedom; maybe for another
Country; freedom is bought for all; by your sweat and blood
But all miss you; friends, mates, sib's Dad & mother.
So hot and dry there; Lord bring peace to all a cool little flood.
|Pearlie Duncan Walker|
Listed November 24, 2005