Two days past eighteen
He was waitin' for the bus in his Army greens
Sat down in a booth at the cafe there
Gave his order to a girl with a bow in her hair
He's a little shy so she give him a smile
And he said 'Would you mind sittin' down for a while
And talkin' to me, I'm feelin' a little low'
She said 'I'm off in an hour, and I know where we can go'
So they went down, and they sat on the pier
He said 'I bet you got a boy friend, but I don't care
I got no one to send a letter to
Would you mind if I sent one back here to you?'
Never gonna hold the hand of another guy
Too young for him they told her
Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier
Our love will never end
Waitin' for the soldier to come back again
Never more to be alone
When the letter (said) (says), a soldier's comin' (home)
In California, then Vietnam
And he told her of his heart
It might be love and all of the things he was so scared of
He said 'When it's gettin' kinda rough over here
I think of that day sittin' down at the pier
And I close my eyes and see your pretty smile
Don't worry, but I won't be able to write for a while'
One Friday night at a football game
The Lord's Prayer said and the Anthem sang
A man said 'Folks, would you bow your heads
For a list 'a local Vietnam dead'
Cryin' all alone under the stands
Was a piccolo player in the marchin' band
And one name read, and nobody really cared
But a pretty little girl with a bow in her hair
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