Put All Your Little Troubles In The Scrapbox - A poem by Nettie Squire Sutton

Our Soldier Boy's Return

Tune: "There's a Long, Long Trail
A Winding."
I am growing very lonely, thoughts
oft come to me
Of a mother sad and lonely, o'er the
rolling sea.
I am coming home to greet you in
that land of mine,
And I'll clasp you in my arms again
When I cross the ocean brine.

Chorus:
There's a long, long trail a winding
Back to my own native home,
Where the home folks wait to greet
me,
O'er the salt sea foam.
There's a glad, glad day awaiting
When my dreams all come true,
When my dear home friends will
meet me,
For I'm coming back to you.

Of the trenches I am weary and the
days of pain;
Days are long and nights are dreary,
This a long, long lane.
But all lanes must have a turning,
Gloomy days depart,
But tonight, I'm only yearning,
Just to clasp you to my heart.

When the German guns ceased firing,
firing,
My heart beat with joy;
Visions of the home friends waiting
For their soldier boy.
And I felt the hand clasp greet me,
Saw the flag anew,
As we marched so proudly down the
street
Neath the old Red, White and Blue.

^__Nettie Squire Sutton.

A Book of Poems
Nettie Squire Sutton
(Minneapolis, KS: Messenger Press. n.d.)
Page 34