When the Boys Come Home

The boys are coming home again,
This war will soon be o’er,
The Southern land again will stand,
As happy as of yore;
Yes, hand in hand, and arm in arm,
Together we will roam,
Oh! won’t we have a happy time,
When all the boys come home.

Chorus.—We’ll hoist the starry cross again,
On freedom’s lofty dome;
And live in peace and happiness,
When all the boys come home.
We’ll hoist the starry cross again,
On freedom’s lofty dome;
And live in peace and happiness,
When all the boys come home.

We’ll have no more false hopes and fears,
No more heartrending sighs—
The messengers of peace will dry
The weary mourner’s eyes,
We’ll laugh and sing, we’ll dance and play,
Oh! wait until they come,
And joy will crown the happy day,
When all the boys come home.
Chorus.

How proud our nation then will stand!
United evermore,
We’ll bid defiance to the foe,
That dare approach our shore,
We’ll hoist the starry cross again,
On freedom’s lofty dome,
And live in peace and happiness,
When all the boys come home.
Chorus.