Show DO YOU REMEMBER the roll ot of drums the marching feet our boys passing from us down the street A whistle sounds the train pulls out A waiting hand As we turn about to hide the tears that blind our eyes to stifle sounds of 0 our anguis anguished hid cries months of waiting this is one part A smile on lips with lead on our heart till they come back some but not all A few ew answered tho the last roll call their sweet spirits have homeward fled their dust comes back our dear soldier dead well plant their trees deep la in the coil boll to tell of the tr fr long suffering and toll the leaves reach up from rom earths cold breast to speak of 0 hopes and sweet heavenly rest this our soldiers memorial be gods landmark han dmark A living tree brigham city star legion |