Story Behind The Song
A card I once received from my deceased husband which show the words "I love You" before a wave crashes, and still there after it crashes and retreats. That didn't work for my soldier girl so I revised it to suit.
Song Description
A homesick girl soldier draws her boyfriend's portrait in the desert sand to help keep up her morale
| Song Length |
3:27 |
Genre |
Unique - Patriotic, Country - Contemporary |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
| Mood |
Poignant, Heartbreaking |
Subject |
Loneliness, Armed Forces |
| Similar Artists |
Carrie Underwood, Trisha Yearwood |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
PORTRAIT IN THE SAND
INTRO There's a quiet in the battle now
I'm not feeling very brave--Need you here to hold me safe
VERSE Remember when I last saw you
how we smiled through our fear
we knew I had to leave for war
trembled as we stowed my gear
Then you wrapped me in your arms --
said you'd never let me go
RISE I tried to memorize your face
Oh baby, I love you so
CHORUS I draw your portrait in the sand
run my fingers through your hair.
Poke a dimple in your cheek
I used to kiss you there
Soon I'll be home with the real live you
But today I need to hold your hand
So on this desert far away
I draw your portrait in the sand.
VERSE I asked you to pray for me
Guess you did, cause I'm all right
My crew are all stand-up guys
and their morale is high.
But I've seen things I can't forget--
don't know what tomorrow holds
RISE Tonight I need to feel you near
Oh baby, I love you so
CHOR I draw your portrait in the sand
run my fingers through your hair.
Poke a dimple in your cheek
I used to kiss you there
Soon I'll be home with the real live you
But today I need to hold your hand
So on this desert far away
I draw your portrait in the sand
BRIDGE Tell me, is the grass still green
does our creek still flow, wildflowers grow?
Tell me, is the air still sweet
no blood--no tanks, do we still give blessed thanks?
CHOR I draw your portrait in the sand
run my fingers through your hair.
Poke a dimple in your cheek
I used to kiss you there
Soon I'll be home with the real live you
But today I need to hold your hand
So on this desert far away
I draw your portrait in the sand
REPRISE Oh baby, the battle's started up again,
the noise of mortars hurts my head
can't dream about you any more--Gotta go to war instead.