Soldiers & Sons
No canon's blast, or summers past shall blind you with his heat.
Rest my weary soldier son, softly on the ground,
No banshee shell nor mother's wail will make a solemn sound.
In a grove of lilies lie like a sleeping babe,
Oh my shining soldier son, our country you have saved.
Ignore the drums, do not let them stir your heart to wake,
All the brave soldier boys, who died for our sake.
Dana Lee
