She walked to the mailbox
On that bright summers day
Found a letter from her son

In a war far away

He spoke of the weather

And good friends that he'd made
Said I'd been thinking 'bout dad
And the life that he had

Thats why I'm here today
And that the end he said
You are what I'm fighting for

It was the first of the letters from war

She started writing

You're good and you're brave
What a father that you'll be someday
make it home

make it safe

She wrote every night as she prayed


Late in December
A day she'll not forget

Oh her tears stained the paper
With every word that she read


It said "I was up on a hill
I was out there alone
When the shots all rang out

And bombs were exploding
And thats when I saw him
He came back for me

And though he was captured
A man set me free
And that man was your son

He asked me to write to you
I told him i would, oh I swore"
It was the last of the letters from war


And she prayed he was living
Kept on believing

And wrote every night just to say

You are good

And you're brave
what a father that you'll be someday
Make it home

Make it safe
Still she kept writing each day


Then two years later
Autumn leaves all around
A car pulled in the driveway

And she fell to the ground
And out stepped a captain
Where her boy used to stand


He said "mom I'm following orders
From all of your letters

And I've come home again",
He ran into hold her
And dropped all his bags on the floor

Holding all of her letters from war

Bring him home

Bring him home
Bring him home