| Slow the years go by
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| They stole your man off to war
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| Will you see the child
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| As you sing battle songs
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| And it pains me
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| To think of the soldier’s plight
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| I will pray
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| For your heart to guide you home
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| And she cries for the soldier’s return
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| Despair of feeling alone for so long
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| By the light of the candle that burns
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| For his life
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| For the day of the soldier’s return
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| Hear the cannon fire
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| Lost voices echo in the night
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| See the spoils of war
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| Young men are falling, ooh
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| Hear the drummer marching o’er the hill
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| Love returning and the graves of the battle lie still
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| And she cries for the soldier’s return
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| Despair of feeling alone for so long
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| By the light of the candle that burns
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| For his life
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| For the day of the soldier’s return
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| Hear the drummer marching o’er the hill
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| Love returning and the graves of the battle lie still
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| And she cries for the soldier’s return
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| Despair of feeling alone for so long
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| By the light of the candle that burns
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| For his life
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| For the day of the soldier’s return
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| Young men are falling, young men are falling… |