Brightened eyes, my secrets lie not far away
His metals and his badges are all dull by day
Many have I an answered plea, my general now I'll often see [bad word] at dawn, out on the lawn, in quiet steps
With darkened eyes and wounds that bled, have pillow for his weary head
He lays his body down to rest, among the dogs and gathered nest

Because he's safe in arms now, what luck have I that I should see
Safe in arms now, my bloody boy returned to me
From Jericho back home to me

He sleeps so deep, so still at peace, and quiet thus
No frightful dreams, of battle's roar, that shake his [bad word] I hope that he, is dreaming on, of better days
The morning fog, and waiting sun, have healing ways
I'll let him sleep, and soundly lay
monument to him I pray

Because he's safe in arms now, what luck have I that I should see
Safe in arms now, my bloody boy returned to me
From Jericho back home to me

For [bad word] fade, no traces left, as quick as frost
And never will, I have to know, a lover lost
My peace is made, my doubts rolled up, my [bad word] His waking gaze, and heart and soul, light on my sheets

Because he's safe in arms now, what luck have I that I should see
Safe in arms now, my bloody boy returned to me
From Jericho back home to me.