I’m a weary wayworn soldier,
In the service of the Lord;
Waiting for my Captain’s orders
To go home to my reward.


I am waiting, only waiting,
With the battle and the strife
Hoping when the warfare’s over
To receive a crown of life.

Just a few more heavy marches,
The my troubles will be o’er;
I shall lay aside my armor,
And go home forevermore.


When for me the trumpet soundeth,
When I’ve fought the last food fight;
When I near the homeland portals
May I see the harbor light.


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