They brought the soldiers home once more
From that far off shore.
War shall not weary them
As once, it might,

They have gone
To the eternal night,
Not Valhalla
Or other such name

Where they may go
To claim their fame.
Their child was one of those.
No, they sleep not or doze,

But rest in death’s safe keep
Where other soldiers
Have laid their tired souls
Away from battle’s cry

With guns and shells
And dying body’s smells.
Bring them back,
Let them rest at home,

Never to roam
The hills and streets,
Unless in spirit form,
They wander now and then

To see how former boys
Are now grown men,
And relatives weep
And keep their photos

On some prominent side,
Where others may see them
And view with pride.