Henry's War

Words and music by Bill Price

I asked Henry what he did - Mabel said "He's retired now"
I asked him did he like to hunt or hsh - she said, "His heart would not allow"
I asked him had he been to Europe or west to Sante Fe
She said, "Henry was in the war, you know" as his eyes stared far away

I asked him did he like to go for walks - she said, "He likes home the best"
When I asked him did his son ever come 'round, she said "Henry needs his rest"
I asked him had he been married long - had he ever been divorced
She said, "We were married in Nebraska when Henry came home from his war"

You see, Henry fought the Germans in nineteen forty-four
He helped preserve our freedom, but he lost his for sure
Was it what he saw at Omaha? - something shut his door
You can pick your battles, you cannot pick your war
Henry Moore ain't no more

I told him he was brave to smile in the face of Hitler's frown
Henry started to speak up, but old Mabel shot him down
She said "Henry can't talk about it; what he's lost you can't restore"
"That's why he seems to need me so" - she called it "Henry's War"

I asked Henry how he felt - Mabel said "Henry feels all right"
Just then his eyes met hers, but both his lips were tight
I asked him did he realize that she answered every time
She whispered "Something like the devil won't let Henry speak his mind"

Henry fought the Germans in nineteen forty-four
He helped preserve our freedom, but he lost his for sure
Was it what he saw at Omaha? - something shut his door
You can pick your battles, you cannot pick your war
Henry Moore - he ain't no more

I asked Henry how he spent his time, as the days go by
Mabel said "For some odd reason, he watches clouds go 'cross the sky"
When I asked him what he read, she said, "The Bible and the Post"
"He reads the parts about the exodus and resurrection most"

Henry fought the Germans in nineteen forty-four
He helped preserve our freedom, but he lost his for sure
Was it what he saw at Omaha? Well, something shut his door
You can pick your battles, you cannot pick your war
Henry Moore just ain't no more

Mabel passed away on Armistice Day leaving Henry both his freedom and his fear
With all due respect, I sort of suspect that today's the truce in Henry's war
Though I stand afar, I know who you are - in your eye's both a twinkle and a tear
And I want to convey what Mabel wouldn't say to a soldier just landing on his shore
Welcome home

You see, Henry Moore - he is once more

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