Sitting on the harbor, wishing, Lord, that he were home
He writes a letter
Written for his darling, the honey babe he left back home
He writes a letter
Tell me sweet Irene, are we together in your dreams?
And then he falters
And he writes
I’ve walked this whole world through with you in my heart
And I’ve grown accustomed to
Thoughts of you in the back of my mind
There is a right for every wrong
And a Moon to race when the Sun is gone
But there is no sweeter face
That could ever take your place
Yes, remember me
Yes, remember me
Sitting on the front porch, wishing, Lord, that he were home
She gets a letter, oh it’s written by her darling
That sweetest boy who’s far from home
She reads her letter
Tell me sweet Irene, are we together in your dreams
When you falter?
So she writes
I’ve walked the fresh air, too, my own small way
And I’m still waiting home for you
Won’t you come and ease my worried mind?
There is a calm when the storm rolls on through
And a broken heart for every ‘I love you’
But there is no sweeter face
That could ever take your place
I’ve walked this whole world through with you in my heart
And I’ve grown accustomed to
Thoughts of you in the back of my mind
There is a right for every wrong
And a Moon to race when the Sun is gone
But there is no sweeter face
That could ever take your place
Yes, [?] you
Yes, [?] you
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