When The "Yanks" Come Marching Home Composer(s): William Jerome; Seymour Furth
Our hearts today are far across the ocean God spare our boys at night we kneel and pray In far off lands our troops are now in motion Among the very bravest in the fray For right and might must wipe out every wrong So let us hope it won't last long
Our hearts are beating now with palpitation We smile and then we brush away a tear For we have sent the flower of our nation We're proud of every Yankee Volunteer America was waiting for the chance to show the love we always had for France
For there'll be smiles and miles of tears When the Yanks come marching home There'll be tears enough you know to make a dozen rivers flow Dressed in their torn and tattered suits of tan From battle fields across the foam Hearts will beat with joy for every boy When the Yanks come marching home
For there'll be smiles and miles of tears When the Boys come marching home There'll be tears enough you know to make a dozen rivers flow Dressed in their torn and tattered suits of tan From battle fields across the foam Hearts will beat with joy for every boy When the Boys come marching home
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