James Joyce Soles

James Joyce Soles
Here’s the pictures I promised to send
You see the airbase where we were sent
Now the winter has started to descend
Your loving son was sent here
I got your letter from Boise, Idaho
To James Joyce Soles, James Joyce Soles
I went down at midnight to the Holy Loch shore
And scattered the ashes of James Joyce Soles

He knew the reasons why we were here
He loved your parcels and all your care
You’re so thoughtful, they’re so fair
I know my friend thought so, was James Joyce Soles
He’s not just a soldier, he’s not just a friend
He’s been in the wars in a foreign land
He’s been on the payphone when it was so cold
He was my comfort, was James Joyce Soles
He was my comfort in a country so old
He was my comfort, was James Joyce Soles