One By One From Guns They Fall
For my father who sleeps
with all the veterans of
WWI..every one now gone.
Piper pipe a song for me,
And for ev'ry soul now free;
Brothers all who heard the call,
One by one each one did fall.
Fall no more good soldier's dead
On this hallowed ground soaked red;
Hear their mothers wail and weep
For their baby boys who sleep.
Sleep in peace my gentle ones
Face no more the crash of guns;
Angel wings on hillock knolls
Wrap around your silent souls -
Souls once vibrant. Souls so brave.
Souls arising from their grave;
Brothers all who heard the call,
One by one each one did fall.
Copyright © Tom Mcmurray | Year Posted 2011
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