She walked to the mailbox 
On that bright summers day 
Found a letter from her son 
In a war far away 

He spoke of the weather 
And good friends that he'd made 
Said I'd been thinking 'bout dad 
And the life that he had 
Thats why I'm here today 
And that the end he said 
You are what I'm fighting for 
It was the first of the letters from war 

She started writing 
You're good and you're brave 
What a father that you'll be someday 
make it home 
make it safe 

She wrote every night as she prayed 

Late in December 
A day she'll not forget 
Oh her tears stained the paper 
With every word that she read 

It said "I was up on a hill 
I was out there alone 
When the shots all rang out 
And bombs were exploding 
And thats when I saw him 
He came back for me 
And though he was captured 
A man set me free 
And that man was your son 
He asked me to write to you 
I told him i would, oh I swore" 
It was the last of the letters from war 

And she prayed he was living 
Kept on believing 
And wrote every night just to say 

You are good
And you're brave
what a father that you'll be someday
Make it home
Make it safe
Still she kept writing each day

Then two years later 
Autumn leaves all around 
A car pulled in the driveway 
And she fell to the ground 
And out stepped a captain 
Where her boy used to stand 

He said "mom I'm following orders 
From all of your letters
And I've come home again", 
He ran into hold her 
And dropped all his bags on the floor 
Holding all of her letters from war 

Bring him home 
Bring him home 
Bring him home