You are a farming boy,
use to the quiet land.
Why go to the bombing,
In a foreign land?
You say you cannot stand by,
and watch the others go,
While you stay on the farm,
and watch the garden grow.
I say, if you must go, my son,
I’ll pray for you each day,
That God will protect you,
all along the way.
You have returned, my son’
Sound of mind and body
The Lord has protected you,
And returned you to me.
You have returned to me, my son,
No longer a farming boy,
You have returned to me, my son,
But now you are a man.