Mandala #15: Art and other odd jobs / The Soldier and The Soldier's Return / Paris

The Soldier

O they say that the war's nearly won,

And declare there's a change in the wind;

And my feet stumble on and the year's come and gone,

And they say that the war's nearly won.

O when shall I see you, my love?

You turn like a far star alone;

O when shall I rest with your head on my breast

And be free and at peace and at home?

Still they declare that the war's nearly won,

And declare there's a change in the wind;

And the years stumble on and a thousand years gone,

And they say that the war's nearly won.

(Jean Ritchie, 1971)