Leaves from the vine,
falling so slow.
Like fragile tiny shells,
drifting in the foam.
Little soldier boy, come marching home.
Brave soldier boy, come marching home.
Leaves for the war,
to defend his home.
Knows not for how long,
or how far he'll roam.
Little soldier boy, come marching home.
Brave soldier boy, come marching home.
Soldiers take their stand,
to their last man.
As the soldiers die,
no one holds their hand.
Little soldier boy, come marching home.
Brave soldier boy, come marching home.
After years of time,
the war is won,
After much bloodshed,
the fighting's done.
Little soldier boy, come marching home.
Brave soldier boy, come marching home.
Home the soldiers come,
they've earned their bread.
Alas many families now,
all mourn their dead.
Little soldier boy, come marching home.
Brave soldier boy, come marching home.
A massive grave is dug,
for all who part.
Defenders of the home,
Kept in the heart.
Little soldier boy, how far you've roamed.
Brave soldier boy... is finally home...
Leaves From the Vine
