Soldier's Home
The snow is lightly falling
On the soldiers' home tonight
The Christmas tree in the parlor
Bathes the room in light
And the young and old gather round
And lift their voices to heaven in a joyous sound
"Dear Lord above, for what it's worth
We at the old Soldiers' home
Pray for peace on earth
No more war, never no more, bring 'em all home
Peace on earth"
Pete Seeger's on the stereo
Singing songs of peace
A few tears, a few smiles
Private memories
And the young and old gather round
And lift their voices to heaven in a joyous sound
"Dear Lord above, for what it's worth
We at the old Soldiers' home
Pray for peace on earth
No more war, never no more, bring 'em all home"
The old boys from the Big One
The younger kids from 'Nam
All grateful to be together and free
As brothers-in-peace
No longer brothers-in-arms
Last year, this young girl from the university
She called up, said she's doing this paper for school
And could she talk to me
She's got a bad attitude that I've heard before
She won't catch anybody hear singing the glories of war
"Dear Lord above, for what it's worth
We at the old Soldiers' home
Pray for peace on earth
No more war, never no more, bring 'em all home
Peace on earth
Peace on earth
Bring 'em all home
Peace on earth
No more war"
On the soldiers' home tonight
The Christmas tree in the parlor
Bathes the room in light
And the young and old gather round
And lift their voices to heaven in a joyous sound
"Dear Lord above, for what it's worth
We at the old Soldiers' home
Pray for peace on earth
No more war, never no more, bring 'em all home
Peace on earth"
Pete Seeger's on the stereo
Singing songs of peace
A few tears, a few smiles
Private memories
And the young and old gather round
And lift their voices to heaven in a joyous sound
"Dear Lord above, for what it's worth
We at the old Soldiers' home
Pray for peace on earth
No more war, never no more, bring 'em all home"
The old boys from the Big One
The younger kids from 'Nam
All grateful to be together and free
As brothers-in-peace
No longer brothers-in-arms
Last year, this young girl from the university
She called up, said she's doing this paper for school
And could she talk to me
She's got a bad attitude that I've heard before
She won't catch anybody hear singing the glories of war
"Dear Lord above, for what it's worth
We at the old Soldiers' home
Pray for peace on earth
No more war, never no more, bring 'em all home
Peace on earth
Peace on earth
Bring 'em all home
Peace on earth
No more war"
Credits
Writer(s): Scott Kempner
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