and the icy winds did blow
The water seeped into his shoes
and the drizzle turned to snow
His eyes were red, his hopes were dead,
and the wine was running low
And the old man came home
His tears fell on the sidewalk
as he stumbled in the street
A dozen faces stopped to stare
but no one stopped to speak
For his castle was a hallway
and the bottle was his friend
And the old man stumbled in
Up a dark and dingy staircase
His ragged coat around him
as the farthest cot he lay
And he wondered how it happened
that he'd ended up this way
And as he lay there sleeping
Who'd loved him in the springtime
When the wildflowers did bloom
She touched his grizzled fingers
And she called him by his name
Then he heard the joyful sound
Of children at their game
In a farmhouse on a hillside
Where the river runs down
for the city never sleeps
To an old forgotten soldier
the dawn will come no more
For the old man has come home
To an old forgotten soldier
the dawn will come no more
For the old man has come home
