Leaves from the vines Falling so slow Memories of your life Fading as we grow old As the days passes by Life moves on with your soul's silver line Stars vanishing in the sky Calling you home to forever shine They may know your name But not your story They may see your smile But not your pain They may see your scar But not the path's lane There's your voice melody Echoing in whispering dome Calling you soldier To come home Oh little Soldier Come marching home Oh little Soldier Come marching home