They are coming home to the blare of bands,To the proud applause and acclaim,To the wreaths and songs and the yearning handsAnd the hearts that are all aflame;And we\u27re waiting for those who with courage highwent forth to the flaming fray;When their ships come home how our hearts will cry,here\u27s the end of a Perfect Day.They are coming home with vict\u27ry won,With the world made fairer and free,And the lands that are cringed \u27neath the lash and gunThey\u27ve retored to their liberty;And the ones who sleep \u27neath a far off sadWe will not forgetBut prayThat we\u27ll join them all at the Throne of God,At the end of some Perfect Day
