Off to fight, with courage and prosperity.
Off and out of sight, with strong clarity.
My love writes to me everyday.
She always knows exactly what to say.
Winds calm at the end of November.
And gives us to time to remember.
Everything that we fight for.
When we storm the enemies shore.
We fight for our loved back in the states.
Because there is where she waits.
Back with all the rest.
In the calming winds of the west.