Through the river. Through the forest. Eighteen-hundred and sixty-four. Marched a young man off to battle. Old enough to join the war. When the morning mist has settled Let the generals count the cost. Let the sergeants write the letters. To the mothers of the lost.
Chorus Let the angels take the fallen. Take the ones who heard the call. Take the fathers and the brothers To the One who died for all.
Verse 2 Cold the wind and loud the engines Nineteen-hundred and forty-three. Hear the prayers of the soldier O'er the skies of Germany. There's a farm in West Virginia. Where the corn is tall and green. There's a mother who awakens From the vision she has seen
Verse 3 There's a mother and a daughter Mid-November of ninety-four. In a cold two-room apartment Just above the grocery store. And she soothes her daughters fever With the lullaby she sings. One last kiss before the morning And the sound of angels' wings.
The skies are gray as people gather. On a hill just out of town. In the shadow of three crosses. A drop of blood falls to the ground. Let the angels take the fallen. Take the One who heard the call. Take the Son back to His Father. He's the One who died for all.
