Interwar Postcard

It’s not far, just close by, through an open door, by and © monkeytime.

Going home, going home,
I’m a-going home.
Quiet-like, some still day,
I’m just going home.

It’s not far, just close by,
through an open door.
Work all done, care laid by,
going to fear no more.

Mother’s there expecting me,
Father’s waiting too.
Lots of folk gathered there,
all the friends I knew,
all the friends I knew

Morning star lights the way,
Restless dreams all done.
Shadows gone, break of day,
real life just begun.

There’s no break, there’s no end,
just a living on.
Wide awake, with a smile,
going on and on.

Going home, going home,
I’m just going home.
It’s not far just close by,
through an open door.
I’m just going home.