Charlene

Shipped away, young man
To some strange foreign land
The ale they serve is warmer than my hand
The tongue they speak
Is good as gibberish to me
But I reckon it beats killing in Vietnam

I got this young Fraulein
And Lord, she's easy on the eyes
But we don't talk much, she helps to pass my time
Oh, but when I sleep
Charlene, you fill my dreams
You come to me an angel in the night

Charlene, I swear to you, you will see my face again
Sure as sweet is well water, we have not seen our end
No mountain nor no man, between us will they stand
Oh you will see me again

I heard he gave you a ring
And I can't blame him for a thing
But there ain't no vows and I'm home on forever leave
So before you carry on
I've come back across the pond
To ask the fairest Tiller girl to marry me

Charlene, I swear to you, you will see my face again
Come hell or high-water, we have not seen our end
No mountain nor no man, between us will they stand
Oh you will see me again