Month Full Of Sundays - American Aquarium

He got word the thirteenth day of January nineteen forty two

And when his country came a calling he knew what had to do

Dressed in white he left port, aboard the USS Arizona

And left his wife and baby girl high in the hills of North Carolina

He said I don’t know how long I’ll be

But you know that I always find a way

I hope that y’all won’t worry about me

Because I’ll be home in a month full of Sundays

Well the days grew long and the nights grew cold

Without any word from the outside world

Every night he’d close his eyes and see Caroline, his new born baby girl

The visions of Elizabeth, her golden hair glistening in the sun

And every night he’d lie awake and scream

«Lord, what has Roosevelt gone and done»

He said I don’t know how long I’ll be

But you know that I always find a way

I hope that y’all won’t worry about me

Because I’ll be home in a month full of Sundays

Well after two long years aboard the deck of the USS Arizona

He went and got his papers and was headed west to a port in Pensacola

When his greyhound crunched to a stop on the solid ground of western North

Carolina

His wife and his baby girl we’re waiting there to take him home

Take him back down the old dirt road, his grandpa used to plow before the Great

War

Take him back down the holler that leads up by old man William’s general store

Take him back down to the big tall pine where him and Elizabeth pledged there

love

Take him back down, take him back down

And take him back down to the place that he calls home

He said I don’t know how long I’ll be

But you know that I always find a way

I hope that y’all won’t worry about me

Because I’ll be home in a month full of Sundays