From the recording This Old Town
Words and Music by Judy Daigle
A lonely night underneath the stars
my backpack as my pillow laying by the fire.
A hard day’s walk through the blazing sun
200 hundred miles behind me too many ‘fore I’m done.
Getting back to you is what’s getting me through.
I won’t rest until I see your smile.
Suzanne it’s been so long but the war is finally done
and I’m closing in on the final mile.
It’s been so long since I went away
with my musket on my shoulder I felt so very brave.
But once down here where the fightin’ was
it started getting harder to remember the cause.
What I saw I will never tell.
You’d never believe me I crossed over to hell.
Through the thick grey smoke it was hard to see
but the smell of death will always be with me.