One Year After

May 10, 2025 In

From the Album Troubadour

One year after the war began
I find myself on shifting sands
Looking out across the land
One year after the war began
and the winds did blow
and the sky did fall
I find that I am very small

I think about the time when I was young
When my daddy gave me a little toy gun
With a rocking horse, a pair of boots
With my gun I did shoot
up at the wall
and my dad did fall
to the floor
now he is no more

One year after the war began
I find myself in a marching band
With a pair of boots filled with sand
One year after the war began

Where do I go?
What do I do?
How long must I
wait for you?

No one knows what the future holds
While the summer sun
paints the fields with gold
At harvest time,
bells chime,
calling us to put aside

These fears I have of the unknown
The place that I will soon call home

One year after the war began

Words & music by Larry Long
Copyright Larry Long 1991