Coming Home For Christmas

Bring all them boy back home this Christmas

I stuck my head so far above the wire last night

To draw the sniper's fire from my buddy's light

And now I'm packing up my gun, stowing my kit

I'm moving my butt out of this fiery pit

And the captain says, "Ah, you did good, son"

Ah, but I know what I've seen, and it don't bring no joy

And I can't tell my wife, and I can't tell my boy

I'm coming home for good this Christmas

I hope will never have to shoot no one again

They're bringing me out of here tonight

And I'll be home by the morning light

From a son of a gun to a home-loving beach bum

Job done

Two weeks have passed

And I can still see the blokes I left behind

And I ask the same old question

Why did we have to fight?

I got shrapnel scars and a weeping eye

And I can't stare too long at these Christmas lights

And I'm scared to sleep, 'cause in every dream, I die

So my family and I join the soldiers' march

We hold our banners high in the centre of the park

We sing, "Peace on Earth" under the Christmas tree

And "Bring all our boys back home"

We're coming home for good this Christmas

There is an airlift calling in from oversees, yeah

We're bringing the boys back to stay

Leave the folks out there to find their own way

No one's gonna miss us anyway

Bring all the boys back home this Christmas

We'll bring back the days when we were young and we were free

When the world could live as one

And there was nothing we couldn't overcome

And every Christmas was a family of fun

No enemy to overcome

Ooh, let's bring the boys back home this Christmas

Bring 'em home

Bring all the boys back home

Bring 'em home