Our Soldier Heroes Sleeping

 

They'll never cross the valleys,

Or crystal waters sweet,

They'll never face the foeman,

When charging armies meet;

O'er mountains, vast and hoary,

O'er hill and grassy plain,

Our soldier heroes sleeping,

Shall never march again.

They'll never march again,

They'll never march again,

Our soldier heroes sleeping,

Shall never march again.

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Fort Snelling National Cemetery

Minneapolis, Minnesota

We'll call our hosts together,

From over land and sea,

They'll never hear the trumpet,

Or sound of reveille;

Our country's flag shall lead them,

A host as strong and brave,

As they who sleep in silence,

Where flowers o'er them wave.

They'll never march again,

They'll never march again,

Our soldier heroes sleeping,

Shall never march again.

They fought and won the battle,

Those hero boys of ours,

And we are left to weep them

And strew their graves with flowers.

They won the palms of glory,

They wear the rose of grace,

Beneath His crown of sunlight

Their souls shall see His face.

They'll never march again,

They'll never march again,

Our soldier heroes sleeping,

Shall never march again.

Their feet shall cross the valleys,

And Eden's rivers sweet,

They'll lie beside the fountains,

Where angels joyful meet;

But 'mid their country's battles,

O'er any earthy plain,

Our soldier heroes sleeping,

Shall never march again.

They'll never march again,

They'll never march again,

Our soldier heroes sleeping,

Shall never march again.

"Our Soldier Heroes Sleeping"
(1905)
Neva Emma Parkhill Prentice
(1861-1943)
American hymn writer