The Faithful Hussar - Vera Lynn

A soldier boy, so brave and gay

With head held high, he marched away

His sweetheart wept, but every night

He’d think of her and he would write

Don’t cry, my love, while I am gone

Don’t sigh, my love, just carry on

The leaves of green turned brown and gold

The days grew short and nights were cold

But when the winter winds blew chill

Afire with love, he’d write her still

Don’t cry, my love, while I am gone

Don’t sigh, my love, just carry on

Then came the day he’d hungered for

When he need live on dreams no more

For he could write and it was true

My dear, I’ll soon be home to you

Don’t cry, my love, I’m coming home

Don’t sigh, my love, no more I’ll roam

We two again will never part

Stand easy, love, you’ve won my heart