Last Ride of Valor
(ohhh) A thousand fields of iron and clay
He watched the seasons fade away
No standard left
for him to hold
Just heavy hands and boots grown old
He hears the bugle in the wind
(calling home)
Lay down your shield,
your wars are done
You fought the cold,
you found the sun
A thousand battles in the dust
Now turn your iron sword to rust
No more alarms at break of day
The smoke of battle clears away
The ground is quiet
where you lie
Underneath a wide
country sky
Rest well,
old soldier
(rest well)