اكتشف قصة هذه الأغنية وموضوعاتها ومشاعرها.
come marching home | leaves from the vine falling so slow | like fragile tiny shells drifting in the foam
come marching home leaves from the vine falling so slow like fragile tiny shells drifting in the foam little soldier boy come marching home brave soldier boy come marching home this leaves did fall from branches of a grow drifting slowly down resting all alone the little soldier boy taken from his home he was forced to fight a war that was not his own leaves from the vine falling so slow like fragile tiny shells drifting in the foam little soldier boy come marching home brave soldier boy come marching home leaves fell the night when everything was silent no one dared to make a noise they just stood there quiet the little soldier boy found his way back home his mother rapped her arms around his corpse come marching home come marching home come marching home come marching home come marching home come marching home the leaves from the vine falling so slow like fragile tiny shells drifting in the foam the little soldier boy was taken from his home brave soldier boy come marching home
لا توجد أغانٍ مشابهة بعد.
