The Marching Men Lyrics

Black ringed smoke dies down

Striped from your eyes and mouth

Slowly blown away as the scene burns out

Leading us in time

And young men lay sleep in the ground

Away ending awful sounds

Burying your head in your pillow now

Breathing in the sun

And I can see it through the blades of corn cut into the sky

Where our battlefield is holding on for more

And though we've seen our share of miseries tapping at our door

I am free to run this farm like once before

Death ringed tones off of walls through your homeland

Train heading westward on

Saddlebags and boots strewn about as the youth move around at dawn

The new world sings while tracks lead us into

Crowds in a sea that came

Waving hands with handkerchiefs spinning

And pretty women call our names

And I can see them through the panes of glass in this window frame

Where the wheels will turn and lead us on for more

As seconds turn to months we laugh that four years have gone by

If my mind was still in place I would wonder why

When the marching men came they were stiff in the winter

They drug me to Jame's riverway

We layered on boat decks holding muskets and trinkets

Photos of those we left at the bay

Going back to the place where we met in the spring side

With white sheets the breeze in your hair

All the sunlight through trees and the dirt on my knees

Laughing it away without a care