| A soldier boy, so brave and gay
|
| With head held high, he marched away
|
| His sweetheart wept, but every night
|
| He’d think of her and he would write
|
| Don’t cry, my love, while I am gone
|
| Don’t sigh, my love, just carry on
|
| The leaves of green turned brown and gold
|
| The days grew short and nights were cold
|
| But when the winter winds blew chill
|
| Afire with love, he’d write her still
|
| Don’t cry, my love, while I am gone
|
| Don’t sigh, my love, just carry on
|
| Then came the day he’d hungered for
|
| When he need live on dreams no more
|
| For he could write and it was true
|
| My dear, I’ll soon be home to you
|
| Don’t cry, my love, I’m coming home
|
| Don’t sigh, my love, no more I’ll roam
|
| We two again will never part
|
| Stand easy, love, you’ve won my heart |