A Wing and a Prayer

Though far away, my dearest love,
I must see thee, one last time...
so God above, please heed my prayer,
and in dreams, our souls unite.

Though far away, my dearest love,
though the darkling clouds bode rain,
I shall feel thy body next to mine,
as December turns to May.

Through far away, my dearest love,
though it freezes – ten below,
we both shall roll in pastures green
as through paradise we’ll roam.

Though far away, my dearest love,
though the sky be full with snow...
on zephyr’s wings you’ll come to me,
and a warm wind, through me, blow...

Though far away, my dearest love,
though the air grows black with smoke,
tomorrow, when the battle’s won,
it will carry thee back home.