WHEN THE YANKS COME MARCHING HOME
(William Jerome / Seymour Furth,   1917)


Our hearts today are far across the ocean 
God spare our boys, 
at night we kneel and pray 
In far off lands our troops are now in motion 
Among the very bravest in the fray 
For right and might must wipe out every wrong 
So let us hope it won't last long.

Our hearts are beating now with palpitation 
We smile and then we brush away a tear 
For we have sent the flower of our nation 
We're proud of every Yankee Volunteer 
America was waiting for the chance to show the love we always had for France.

For there'll be smiles and miles of tears, 
When the Yanks come marching home 
There'll be tears enough you know to make a dozen rivers flow 
Dressed in their torn and tattered suits of tan 
From battle fields across the foam
Hearts will beat with joy for every boy 
When the Yanks come marching home.

For there'll be smiles and miles of tears, 
When the Boys come marching home 
There'll be tears enough you know to make a dozen rivers flow 
Dressed in their torn and tattered suits of tan 
From battle fields across the foam
Hearts will beat with joy for every boy 
When the Boys come marching home.