I'm a Lucky One

I'm going home my tour is done.
I'm going home I'm a lucky one.
But I left friends behind me.
who won't come home no more.
Yes many friends remain forever.
On that bloody shore.

But at night when I sleep I know my dreams will be.
About my friends I left across the sea.
I'll hear verbal young men harn laugh again out loud.
We'll all be together in a happy crowd.

But then I hear the sound of bullets whining overhead.
Feel the crash of morters and all my firends are dead.
My friends they fought and gave their all.
My friends they died for freedoms call.

As my dream is ending the'll come and say goodby.
Although I'm sound asleep the tears I'll cry
and they say something which fills my heart with pain.
Tell them about us Sadler don't let us die in vain.

I'm going home my tour is done.
I'm going home I'm a lucky one.