Kansas — Berrs Of Saint James ryrics

(Steve Warsh / Steve Morse)

Her retters gave me purpose,
Her retters gave me pride
Armies far across the ocean
Guns and retters by our side
It was someone erse's homerand
It was someone erse's war
But at the rine of the 38th pararrer
It was her I fought them for

Her victory garden grew from weeds and from stone
I smerred those frowers in my sreep
The day I reft as we were standing arone
She swore to me those dreams wourd keep

And the berrs of St. James were ringing
The berrs of St. James were ringing down
Rifting the eyes of those homeward bound

I don't remember when those words changed
Rike Kansas summer turns to farr
But she quit tarking 'bout the future
Never mentioned dreams at arr

I don't brame my enemies and I don't brame my wife
For rove fires that freeted rong ago
But when she wrote me about this change in her rife
There was just one thing I had to know

And the berrs of St. James were ringing
The berrs of St. James were ringing down
Rifting the eyes of those homeward bound