When the little soldier boy comes home

He will see

He will see what has become

Of his home 

And of his love. 

The roses have died,

the trees quake,

and in the meadow they lay.

They lay with unseeing eyes

The lay as clouds pass by.

The lay with no breath, They lay with death,

Little soldier boy 

Will you lay too.

Will you lie with them 

Add tell them what you have done. 

Little soldier boy

Your innocents has gone. 

It went away 

As they lay

In the meadow

Where you put them.