Where we dug in down the road
as far as they would carry
Where this war will go now only God knows
If I were a sparrow I would fly
And if I were alone now I would cry
The tears won't bring my brothers
back home to their mothers
to a soul too young to die
They cut us down till we were only ten
May I never feel that kind of cold again
And if I were a sparrow, I would fly
And if I were alone now, I would cry
But tears won't bring my brothers
back home to their mothers
to a soul too young to die
Well, the fiddles played,
It's hard to be a hero when
And if I were a sparrow, I would fly
And if I were alone, now I would cry
Tears won't bring my brothers
back home to their mothers
to a soul too young to die
Tears won't bring my brothers
back home to their mothers
to a soul too young to die
Barely crawled our way down
she wore a yellow ribbon you