The Last Letter Johnny Wrote | Classic Country Music That Will Make You Cry

The telegram came Tuesday afternoon Tied up in that Western Union blue I never read the second line Cause the first one told me true Then Friday brought the mailman slow And he couldn't look at me at all Cause the hand across that envelope Was my Johnny's after all Every word was written and worn By a buddy gone It was the last letter Johnny wrote Saying, honey, don't you worry none Said the boy's still keeping laughing Said the fighting's nearly done He wrote, I'll be home before the first snow Save a dance for me Now I'm holding words from yesterday And a dance that'll never be He asked about the apple trees And if mama's cough had cleared Said he carried my photograph Folded close where the shells came near Tell your daddy I'm in that gate Tell the preacher, save a date I've been practicing the words to say God, he was planning out our day Every promise, every plan Written by a dying man It was the last letter Johnny wrote Saying, I ain't scared no more Said he found a little chapel Knelt and prayed there on the floor He wrote, if this one takes a while to reach you Don't you go and lose your faith Now I'm holding all he hoped for And it's ten weeks too late Last line read, I'll see you soon Leave the porch light on and save that moon Church bells rang so slow across the snow And the date he wrote up top was the day he'd go It was the last letter Johnny wrote From a world he can't come home Every line boy's still living Every page a stone he waited on War to end, but a war don't ever bend Now I'm living with a promise That don't know how to end Folded that letter, held it to my chest Like I could hold him back from rest But the snow came down on the empty lane And carried his name away Away