(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...