Blackmore's Night March The Heroes Home
I sing the praise of honored wars of glory and of kings The bravery of soldiers, The joy that peace can bring The captains on their way home, The ribbons on their chests They've packed away the firearms the trumpets lay to rest... They've taken in the battlefields with one last weary breath And set their sights on something new while there's still something left The poets and the dreamers thank the stars above For leaving hatred in the dust and bringing back the love... Over land and over sea March The Heroes Home For the faithful, for the free March The Heroes Home We'll be waiting when you March The Heroes Home All the night and day through March The Heroes Home... The flowers laughing in the fields boast colors bright and new A hind of freedom in the air, the chimes are ringing true They're bringing in the New Year and ringing out the old Beconing the springtime though winter winds blow cold...
