Leaves from the vine, carry me home
Like shadows drifting from, the meadow's roam
Little soldier boy, comes marching home.
Brave soldier boy, comes marching home.
Life of the tree, floats in the wind
Drifting ever sweet, helps life to mend
Little soldier boy, comes marching in.
Brave soldier boy, comes marching in.
Leaves from the vine, carry me home
Like shadows drifting from, the meadow's roam
little soldier boy, comes marching home.
Brave soldier boy, comes marching home.
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