Sitting on the harbor, wishing, Lord, that he were home He writes a letter Written for his darling, the honey babe he left back home He writes a letter Tell me sweet Irene, are we together in your dreams? And then he falters And he writes I've walked this whole world through with you in my heart And I've grown accustomed to Thoughts of you in the back of my mind There is a right for every wrong And a Moon to race when the Sun is gone But there is no sweeter face That could ever take your place Yes, remember me Yes, remember me Sitting on the front porch, wishing, Lord, that he were home She gets a letter, oh it's written by her darling That sweetest boy who's far from home She reads her letter Tell me sweet Irene, are we together in your dreams When you falter? So she writes I've walked the fresh air, too, my own small way And I'm still waiting home for you Won't you come and ease my worried mind? There is a calm when the storm rolls on through And a broken heart for every 'I love you' But there is no sweeter face That could ever take your place I've walked this whole world through with you in my heart And I've grown accustomed to Thoughts of you in the back of my mind There is a right for every wrong And a Moon to race when the Sun is gone But there is no sweeter face That could ever take your place Yes, [?] you Yes, [?] you