He won the war In a foreign land That was no hero That was my old man And he came back home Where het met his wife And he raised his kids While he made a life Now he never preached Though he always knew And we watched him close Just to pick up clues And sometimes late In the dead of the night I can see him there In the pale moonlight I am trying And i don't know how And i don't know when But i'll have to tell him And as for this woman My father wed We knew we were loved With the words unsaid And when we were young She thaught us all to read And then one by one She would watch us leave Never saw her cry For she hid her tears As one by one We would disappear But of course we'd write And of course we'd call Just to hear her voice Whenever we would fall I'm trying And i don't know how And i don't know when But i'll have to tell her So i wrote these words And i hope they last For the years have come And the years have past Think of all they gave Think of all the debt But can't find a way To repay them yet For the days still come And the debt still mounts And do words unsaid Ever really count But sometimes still In the dead of the night I can see them there In the pale moonlight I am trying And i don't know how And i don't know when But i'll have to tell them