(bell/clarke)



Slow the years go by

They stole your man off to war

Will you see the child

As you sing battle songs

And it pains me

To think of the soldier's plight

I will pray

For your heart to guide you home



And she cries for the soldier's return

Despair of feeling alone for so long

By the light of the candle that burns

For his life

For the day of the soldier's return



Hear the cannon fire

Lost voices echo in the night

See the spoils of war

Young men are falling, ooh

Hear the drummer marching o'er the hill

Love returning and the graves of the battle lie still



And she cries...(chorus)



Hear the drummer marching o'er the hill

Love returning and the graves of the battle lie still



And she cries...(chorus)



Young men are falling, young men are falling...


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