Story 5 Lyrics - Clipping

On the day when Grace was born 

There was a war across the sea 

She'd grown lovely, bright, and tall 

Fight and die for us all 

Oh Grace, won't you come back home? 

Come home Grace, come home 

Oh Grace, won't you come back home? 

On that fateful day at work 

When her comrade lost an arm 

Grace stayed with her til the end 

And she vowed not again 

Would her friend ever come back home? 

On the nights when Grace would speak 

As the drunkards cursed and roared 

She'd tell tales of battles won 

And how she'd just begun 

Grace would help keep us safe at home 

Come home Grace, come home 

Oh Grace, won't you come back home? 

Grace hid photographs and notes 

From the foreman's watchful eyes 

When she told what she had found 

It would all come crashing down 

Grace smiled as she rode back home 

No one witnessed Grace's end 

She was severed limbs and blood 

Once her taxi hit the curb 

She'd not speak another word 

Oh Grace, what have they done? 

Come home Grace, come home 

Oh Grace, won't you come back home? 

Come home Grace, come home 

Oh Grace, won't you come back home?