"Welcome Home" Bogle
Now when the boys came home, cried and Annie cheered She'd been on her own for a long and lonely Living for his letters far away Vietnam And dreading the telegram
So she was waiting at the station when his train came in She ached with anticipation of him again And suddenly he was standing in his crumpled uniform In a she was in his arms
Welcome home, boys, welcome Don't you know, you've gone too long Did you wonder, there, when you were tired, when you scared, If your country really cared, home
When a nation goes to war, everyone's a Some are maimed and scarred, have wounds you cannot see So in place of the man she had known, found instead, a sick and troubled stranger in her bed
But she was stubborn, she was lovin', so she stayed all through the The hard times and the drinking, the nightmares and the For hate is muddy quicksand, love is tempered steel Annie waited for his wounds to
home, boys, welcome home Don't you know, been gone too long just so glad that you're alive And you will wonder why You lived when died, welcome home
So on a sunny Sydney morning, I heard old war drums and the boys come marching, down the city street* To claim their place in the heart that blood and pain had earned A nation that in their return
And if the day helped to some wounds is a matter of debate For some it had come none too soon, for others far too But I found myself hoping, as the went marching past That for the war was over, at last
Welcome home, boys, home Don't you know, been gone too long What you went in Vietnam, we can't begin to understand But to each and every man, home
Welcome home, boys, welcome Don't you know, been gone too long May the years bring you release, as the decrease May you find some of peace, welcome home May you find some of peace, welcome home
ANZAC Day Parade. ANZAC Day is version of Memorial Day in the US and