Deacon Blue 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 To 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 itr 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
