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Almost home

And I miss the bottom stair

You were braiding your grey hair

And it's grown so long

Since I've been gone

Now the perfect girls

By the pool they would protest

With crosses around their necks

But our sons were overseas

And we all know about the hive and the honey bees

Almost home

With an olive branch and a dove

You were beating on a persian rug

With your bible and your wedding band

Both hidden on the TV stand

And the cruel wind blew

Every city father fell

Off the county Carousel

While the dogs were eating snow

All our sons had sunk in a trunk

Of no one's clothes