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 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 drummer marching o'er the hill
Love returning and the graves of the battle lie still
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
Young men are falling, young men are falling...