Soldier's Return

Ahh Jamie lad where hast tha bin? not heathered shire, so searched within, nor mountain river's gilded beck, but inside burnt out blackened wreck Brings the coffin from the plane, touches tarmac black again; coming home with no hello, attends the soldier’s funeral show Cuts my heart in two to see, bonny lads bright bonnet free, sits on top of panelled wood, resting still as new formed bud Now your’e here lad home with me, resting down by blossomed tree, I hear the nightjar’s plaintiff plea, and tip my hat to soldiers free