They are coming home to the blare of bands,
To the proud applause and acclaim,
To the wreaths and songs and the yearning hands
And the hearts that are all aflame;
And we're waiting for those who with courage high
went forth to the flaming fray;
When their ships come home how our hearts will cry,
here's the end of a Perfect Day.
They are coming home with vict'ry won,
With the world made fairer and free,
And the lands that are cringed 'neath the lash and gun
They've retored to their liberty;
And the ones who sleep 'neath a far off sad
We will not forget
That we'll join them all at the Throne of God,
At the end of some Perfect Day.
Jacobs Bond, Carrie and McEvoy, J. P., "End of a Perfect Day" (1918). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 307.
The views expressed in this paper are solely those of the author.