Here comes Johnny!

Your homecoming will be my homecoming

All for that welcome home dance,
The most favorite of all — when everyone finds their way back together
to dance, eat and celebrate.
And tell story after story
of how they fought and played
in the story wheel
and how no one
was ever really lost at all.

Men that are men again: Who goes home?
Tocsin and trumpeter! Who goes home?
For there's blood on the grass and blood on the foam,
And blood on the body, when Man comes home.
And a voice valedictory: Who is for victory?
Who is for liberty? Who goes home?

When the warrior returns, from the battle afar, To the home and the country he nobly defended, O! warm be the welcome to gladden his ear, And loud be the joy that his perils are ended: In the full tide of song let his fame roll along, To the feast-flowing board let us gratefully throng, Where, mixed with the olive, the laurel shall wave, And form a bright wreath for the brows of the brave.

It's a thing to see when a boy comes home.

Sound the trumpets; beat the drums...
Now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes.

There’s no better feeling than winning when you’re up against it. More than anything I can’t wait to get back in the dressing room and celebrate with the rest of the boys.

Oh my baby's coming home tomorrow
Ain't that good news, man, ain't that news?
Baby's coming home tomorrow
Ain't that news, man, ain't that news?

The crowning experience of all, for the homecoming man, is the wonderful feeling that, after all he has suffered, there is nothing he need fear anymore — except his God.

Men, you may all do as you damn please, but I'm a-goin' home.

"Hurrah! Hurrah! we bring the Jubilee!
Hurrah! Hurrah! the flag that makes you free!"
So we sang the chorus from Atlanta to the sea,
While we were marching through Georgia.

Hark, the glad sound! The Savior comes,
The Savior promised long;
Let every heart exult with joy,
And every voice be song!

So, Hanson, which one of you boys is coming home with me tonight? (greeting the band Hanson)