[jmcarter]

To fallen soldiers let us sing,
Where no rockets fly nor bullets wing;
Our broken brothers let us bring
To the mansions of the Lord.

No more bleeding, no more fight,
No prayers pleading through the night;
Just divine embrace, eternal light
In the mansions of the Lord.

Where no mothers cry and no children weep,
We shall stand and guard
though the angels sleep;
All through the ages safely keep
The mansions of the Lord.