When The Boys Come Marching Home

How to make amends

for the things they said

The girls avoid the stormy sky

But I and my cloudy face

Will be gone, high-tailing out of here

Is the lights a-blazing

in their lonely town?

I love the little cars

at dawn

But I and my heathen heart

Will be lain

upon some foreign shore

Here's the saddest Joe

on the corner of the town

"Listen to the words!" he cries

I love him in his craziness,

his tatters and his courage

He'll thumb his nose

at the straight and true

When the boys come marching home

They'll fly his rags from the highest tree

When the boys come marching home

(when the boys come marching home)

(home, marching home)

Aching for some innocence

and peace of mind

While the moon pulls up its net of souls

The sun presses down

on my brave new world

But, in truth, i don't feel brave at all.

Leave it all behind me

to the townies and the wags

The kids who never learned

to smile

While I and the cobbled nag

I ride

Stumble down

another weary mile

Here's to those who cluster,

Walking through the wars

The girls who never close

'til dawn

They rag upon the feeble

And they swan around the stronger

But their eyes are fixed

on the edge of town

When the boys come marching home

They'll slide from view - tiny, two by two

When the boys come marching home

(home, marching home)

(home, marching home)

When the boys come marching home

(when the boys come marching home)

Boys come marching home

(home, marching home)

(home, when the boys come marching home)

(home, marching home)

(home)

(when the boys come marching home)