While leading the attack
Going home, he's going home
Going home, he fought for two whole years
A long thin line of human mind
But doubted that he would
Leading the attack
He'd shiver out his fear
Instead of ones so dear, so dear
Only two years had passed
He tried to say his last farewells
Damnation as their load
Instead of ones so dear
To the land he loved so well
Then put on his hat
Going home, he's going home
But he didn't look his age
Well after war your heart is dead
Harold Land, with a wave of his hand
In the mud in coldness dark
Stood sadly on the stage
As quickly as he could
As on to war they rode
Now he's marching soldiers in the rain
Between his leaving home and back
In conversation it could be said
He never fell
Doubted that he would, doubted
Well it's not hard to understand
He paid his bills and stopped the milk
Promising that he would return
Going home, he's going home
He had lost his love and youth
What disappointing sights he'd seen
Clutching red ribbons from a badge
