Children play on Christmas day
And make a joyous sound
While in Saigon a Huey leaves the ground
To deliver a special Christmas gift
To a village near them may come
A present wrapped
In copper jacket rounds
Fading days of purple haze
And children grown too soon
In '68
We first shot for the moon
Some men rode a flame to fame
While sons flew far from home
Between the Maker
And the murky Viet-cong
In January '68
The hit was launched by com
The hit to 'nade
The highlands and Saigon
Our brother was hit
And damn it flew
So lucky to live on
I turned 15 that year
I wished he was home
Fading days of purple haze
And children grown too soon
In '68
We first shot for the moon
Some men rode a flame to fame
While sons flew far from home
Between the Maker
And the murky Viet-cong
Bill smiles strong in a picture
Taken in 1971
He was killed that year in a jeep outside at dawn
He was a gentle soul
And he would never grow old
Just twenty when he lost his life
He loved a father a mother and his brothers wife
Uncle Owens always quiet when somebody asks him 'bout the war
But as a teen marine he wasnt forced to be seen
He fought on beaches like a storm
But as an old marine thas asked
If hed seen action
He lied down
With a tear he smile and he said
Well, at least we won
Fading days of purple haze
And children grown too soon
In '68
We first shot for the moon
Some men rode a flame to fame
While sons flew far from home
Between the Maker
And the murky Viet-cong

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