Leaves From the Vine
Leaves from the vine, falling so slow. Like fragile, tiny shells drifting in the foam. Little solider boy come marching home. Brave solider boy come marching home.
Those leaves did grow from branches overgrown, drifting slowly down. Resting all alone. Little solider boy taken from home. Forced to fight a war that's not his own... That's not his own.
Leaves from the vine, falling so slow. like fragile, tiny shells drifting in the foam. Little solider boy says, "carry me home." Sleeping solider boy is carried home... He's carried home.
Brave solider boy...come marching home.