In The Early Morning March

If I had a picture of me marching with my platoon, it would be better.

In the early morning march,
With my field bag on my back,
There's an aching in my heart
And my body's full of sweat.

I'm a long long way from home.
And I miss my lover so.
In the early morning march,
When the cold wind blows.

When the cold wind blows,
When the cold wind blows,
When the cold wind blows,
When the cold wind blows.

I know, I know.
You have to go.
So hurry back home, love.
I miss you so. I miss you so.