Fear not sweet one, for I`ll return
When this old war is done.
I`ll give them back their bayonet
And put away my gun
Once more we`ll walk through fields of green
Where sweet Magnolias bloom
I`ll build for you a liitle house
With seven separate rooms
Our farm will grow, and we will hear
Sweet voices all around
As children play, to make us smile.
Such happy joyful sound
But first I go to fight this war
Lord knows what I shall learn.
So hear these words, my darling one
Fear not, for I`ll return.