Leaves from the vine, falling so slow;
Like fragile tiny shells, drifting in the foam.
Little soldier boy, come marching home.
Brave soldier boy, comes marching home.
Ash in the snow, Falling so slow;
Like fragile, broken hearts. with no place to go.
Little soldier boy. come marching home
Brave soldier boy, come marching home
He thought he knew, what he was fighting for,
But the sight of blood, made him question war.
Poor soldier boy cold and alone
bombs fall like the rain, He's all alone.
Those leaves did grow, from branches overgrown
Drifting slowly down, resting in the snow.
Little soldier boy, taken from home
Forced to fight a war, that is not his own.
Leaves from the vine, changing so slow
Like empty, fallen souls, looking for a home.
Little soldier boy, thought that he could soar
Brave soldier boy, died in their war.