Retour

You're going back home, buddy
And peace will be reborn for you
Leave your rifle and grenades behind
We're waiting for you with open arms
Think of us who are still at war
On those quiet nights when your heart will love
And go tell my dad, my mom
That maybe at Christmas, we'll come back...

Don't tell them anything about the front
Don't talk about the fire
And lie when you need to lie
Tell them we were singing
When you had to leave
While we all drank the farewell toast

You're going back home, buddy
And peace will be reborn for you
Leave your rifle and grenades behind
We're waiting for you with open arms
Think of us who are still at war
On those quiet nights when your heart will love
And go tell my dad, my mom
That maybe at Christmas, we'll come back...