Lyrics to "Soldier's Journey Song" from The Prince of Shadow by Curt Benjamin

[goatgodschild]

As I march from the home I am leaving
By the cottage door, holding our babe
My sweetheart is quietly weeping
For the sweet boy she sends to the grave.

As I march from the home I am leaving
By the fence post, clutching her shawl
My mother is quietly grieving
Her sons, she has given them all.

As I march from the home I am leaving
In the cornfield, swinging his scythe
My father is anxiously yearning
Like his son, he would follow the fife.

But the fifes and the drums are now silent
And the tunic of red turns to rust
And the fields are now sown with the fallen
In the twilight, in blood, and in dust.

And I long for the home of my fathers
For the smiles of my sweetheart and babe
(And) to bring home the sons of my mother
Let our leaders, and gods, point the way.