D Leaves from the vine D Falling so slow Bm Like fragile, tiny shells G D Drifting in the foam. D Little soldier boy Come marching home Bm Brave soldier boy G D Come marching home D Ash in the snow Falling so slow Bm Like fragile, broken hearts G D With no place to go. D Little soldier boy Come marching home Bm Brave soldier boy G D Come marching home D He thought he knew What he was fighting for, Bm But the sight of blood G D Made him question war. D Poor soldier boy Cold and alone, Bm Bombs fall like rain, G D He's all alone. D Those leaves did grow From branches overgrown Bm Drifting slowly down G D Resting in the snow. D Little soldier boy Taken from home Bm Forced to fight a war G D That is not his own. D Leaves from the vine Changing so slow Bm Like empty, fallen souls G D Looking for a home. D Little soldier boy Thought that he could soar Bm Brave soldier boy G D Died in that war.
