What a price we sometimes pay for faithfulness. My first attempt at an audio file.

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Wherever you may roam,
this ranch
will always be your home;
And I
Will tend the cows, find the strays,
mend the fence and bale the hay,
pull the weeds and trim the lamp
that lights the garden path –
till you return from there at last,
from wherever you may roam.
I write to you from desert lands
where cutting winds blow hard,
the cratered holes were once the farms
and fires the landscape scarred,
the gritty sand fills boots and food
my days are filled with fear;
the guys are great, they’ve got my back
and we know why we’re here,
our flag is high, but honey I want you.
Oh how I miss the river, and our
fav’rite swimming hole,
we taught our boy to fish, and where
the berries always grow,
the barn that smells of new-mown hay
and well-oiled leather gear,
where we made love that final night
‘neath skies so dark and clear….
The feel of home – and honey, I miss you.
Wherever you may roam,
this ranch
will always be your home;
and I
will sing your songs, I’ll tell your tales,
I’ll read your words till all light fails,
I’ll kiss our son, and every night
we’ll hold our hands and pray
until the day that you come home
from wherever you may roam.
My skills are needed here, my love,
and duty-bound, I’ll stay,
to free a people strong and proud
from evil’s bitter way;
our blood is dark and red, and mingles
seamlessly with theirs,
they understand our fear,
and so their thanks with us they share…
but this ain’t home, and honey I want you.
Oh, how I miss our mountain air
and Sundays after church,
the baby laughing gleefully as
on the step he perched
and strolling hand in hand as gentle
raindrops kissed your brow;
I’d give most anything I had
if I could feel you now….
The feel of home – and honey, I miss you.
Wherever you may roam,
this ranch
will always be your home;
and I
will wait until this war is done,
I’ll sing your praise to all or none,
I’ll kiss our son, and every night
we’ll hold our hands and pray
until the day that you come home
from wherever you may roam.
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