They will come from over yonder,
Come with laughing and with song,
And their eyes will speak the gladness;
And their reaching arms be strong;
For the waiting has been weary,
And the hoping has been long.

Loved ones shall go out to meet them
When they hear the bugles play,
And glad arms be stretched in loving
To the lads who marched away;
And the day of their homecoming
Shall be marked a glory day.

But some shall be standing weeping
When the skies are filled with stars,
Weeping where they had their parting
Down the lane beside the bars,
And life’s gladness will flow past them---
For some come not from the wars.