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WALK HOME written by Suzanne and Michelle Campagne
Across the road from my school, he lived Like a fine-tuned watch from the past As a girl, I'd skip history To hear the real truth from him at last
He was the only man who ever called me On the childish lies I'd cast He was the only man who ever offered me Champagne in a cointreau glass
Walk home You've been a good soldier But now, you're on your own Walk home, walk home
His dying words had been so simple But for the sadness that they bore I've never regretted a thing in my life Except for those four years of war!
I walked from Germany to southern France I was angry, I felt betrayed With this hole in my leg and the scar on my heart I moved my family an ocean away
Walk home You've been a good soldier But now, you're on your own Walk home, walk home
Middle of a dream, I awoke one night And his face had made me smile He is always near, always a part Of the whitening of the dark in my heart
Walk home You are a good soldier You're never quite alone Walk home, I'll walk you home
from Nouvelle-France ©1998 Highway 13 Musique / Folle Avoine Productions, Homestead Musique |
