Early in the morning and the farm begins to wake Sun is shining down like gold that dew drips from the gate John Hope steps from inside his house and shuts that wooden door Starts upon his chore At work it was much lighter when he had two strong sons But they had to go and fight and now there's only one John Hope he's been waiting a year for his remaining son Still no one comes John Hope sweats, John Hope toys to build a good life for his own John Hope sweats, John Hope toys to build a good life for his own Poor John doesn't know his son's never coming home He can see for miles and miles his house built on a hill Waiting for a red coat come march and cross the field John Hope stands with windblown face through the changing season Looking to the distance John Hope sweats, John Hope toys to build a good life for his own John Hope sweats, John Hope toys to build a good life for his own Poor John doesn't know his son's never coming home John Hope sweats, John Hope toys to build a good life for his own John Hope sweats, John Hope toys to build a good life for his own Poor John doesn't know his son's never coming home Never coming home Never coming home Never coming home Never coming home Never coming home Never coming home Never coming home Never coming home