They call me Enrita, I'm a young village girl
I'm in love with a fighting man from the New World
A year ago April they set up their camp
I was carrying water when I met my man

In a drab sea of green on the outside of town
Only stationed there briefly he'd said with a frown
But the days passed to weeks, I fell quickly in love
With the good hearted trooper that I'm singing of

CHORUS:
Where is my soldier?
He is my life; he has my soul
And I have not seen him for six months or more
Where is my soldier?
I am his wife; to him I belong
And I have not seen him for so very long

Has he died on a bayonet, have they run him through?
Has a Kalashnikov rifle burst cut him in two?
Is he now hanging limp on some rusted barbed wire?
Has he been burned alive by the chemical fire?

Was he sent to the front on a secret night raid?
Have they switched his identity, his papers mislaid?
Is he languishing hungry as a prisoner of war?
In need of good medicine, broken and torn?

CHORUS

Has he been shot on orders through the chain of command?
For fleeing in the face of the enemy's brand
No that can't be right he's too brave and too proud
Must be missing for valiant reasons, somehow

There's just one more thing, one more nagging small doubt...
Did he forget his new bride when his unit moved out?
Well if so I hope he's alive, breaking hearts on a whim
For I'm a strong enough woman to hope this for him

CHORUS

And I have not seen him
I have not seen him
I have not seen him for so very long