Oh, to go home

I have no boots, I have no hat,
I have nothing at all
Except a coat to see me through
The winter and the fall

The wind is cold, my feet are bare,
There is no truce in sight
I long for the warmer days
I must keep up this fight

When this war is over,
And the ships come back to shore
I hope I can go home again
And be free once more.