Here's the pictures,
I promised to send,
You see the airbase,
Where we were sent,
Now the winter,
Has started to descend,
Your loving son was sent here.
I got your letter,
From Boise, Idaho,
To James Joyce Soles,
To James Joyce Soles,
I went down at midnight,
To the Holy Loch shore,
And scattered the ashes,
Of James Joyce Soles.
He knew the reasons,
Why we were here,
He loved your parcels,
And all your care,
You're so thoughtful,
They're so fair,
I know my friend thought so,
Was James Joyce Soles.
He's not just a soldier,
He's not just a friend,
He's been in the wars,
In a foreign land,
He's been on the payphone,
When itr was so cold,
He was my comfort,
Was James Joyce Soles,
He was my comfort,
In a country so old,
He was my comfort,
Was James Joyce Soles,
Words and Music - Ricky Ross