Bells Of Saint James

<br>Her letters gave me purpose,<br>Her letters gave me pride<br>Armies far across the ocean<br>Guns and letters by our side<br>It was someone else`s homeland<br>It was someone else`s war<br>But at the line of the 38th parallel<br>It was her I fought them for<br><br>Her victory garden grew from weeds and from stone<br>I smelled those flowers in my sleep<br>The day I left as we were standing alone<br>She swore to me those dreams would keep<br><br>And the bells of St. James were ringing<br>The bells of St. James were ringing down<br>Lifting the eyes of those homeward bound<br><br>I don`t remember when those words changed<br>Like Kansas summer turns to fall<br>But she quit talking `bout the future<br>Never mentioned dreams at all<br><br>I don`t blame my enemies and I don`t blame my wife<br>For love fires that fleeted long ago<br>But when she wrote me about this change in her life<br>There was just one thing I had to know<br><br>And the bells of St. James were ringing<br>The bells of St. James were ringing down<br>Lifting the eyes of those homeward bound