A SOLDIER’S PRAYER FOR HOME
Way beyond the far horizon
Way beyond the timber line,
Lies the country of my
From the vast and snowy ranges
Hidden trails are calling me
Hear them waking ancient echoes
Of a lifetime--wild and free.
‘ In this wilderness of wonder
There the curse of fear is shed
Lives my heart clean as the glacires
Though my soul is steeped in blood.
Steeped in blood of many soldiers
Though I learned to call them Foe
They have stained my hand deep crimson
And that stain will never go.
In the blue and purple twilight
I can’t hear the stifled yell
Of a comrade gone to glory
From this bloody battle hell.
Way beyond the far horizon
Let me live beneath the sky
It’s a prayer— Oh God please grant it
Then I’ll more than gladly die.
Send me back into the mountain
Far to heaven goes my cry——
Send me homeward to my mountains
There I’ll more than gladly die.
Bonnie White Bleak
Written in 1942 during WWII
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