Here's the pictures

I promised to send

You see the airbase

Where we were sent

Now the winter

Has started to descend

Your loving son was sent here



I got your letter

From Boise Idaho

To James Joyce Soles

To James Joyce Soles

I went down at midnight

To the Holy Loch shore

And scattered the ashes

Of James Joyce Soles



He knew the reasons

Why we were here

He loved your parcels

And all your care

You're so thoughtful

They're so fair

I know my friend thought so

Was James Joyce Soles



He's not just a soldier

He's not just a friend

He's been in the wars

In a foreign land

He's been on the payphone

When itr was so cold

He was my comfort

Was James Joyce Soles

He was my comfort

In a country so old

He was my comfort

Was James Joyce Soles