Missing In Action Ernest Tubb The warships had landed and I came ashore, the fighting was over for me evermore. For I had been wounded, they left me for dead, a stone for my pillow and snow for my bed. The enemy found me and took me away, and made me a prisoner of war so they say. but God in his mercy was with me one day, the gate was left open and I ran away. I returned to the old home, my sweet wife to see, the home I had built for my darling and me. The door was left open and there on a stand, I waw a picture of her and a man. The clothes she was wearing told me a sad tale, my darling was wearing a new bridal veil. Then I found a letter and these words I read, "Missing in Action", She thought I was dead. So I kissed her picture and whispered good-bye, my poor heart was breading but my eyes were dry. I know she'd be happy if she never learned, I know she must never know I had returned. A vagabond dreamer forever I'll roam, because there was no one to welcome me home, The face of my darling no more will I see, for Missing in Action for ever I'll be.