Some sing of Caesar and some of Alexander,
Of the brave general and the great commander,
Of those who have never once known defeat,
Who brought kings and princes to kneel at their feet

Of those whose empire stretched many a mile,
From the frozen Rhine to the flowing Nile,
Of their glorious exploits and noble deeds,
Those who commanded thousands on their steeds.

But who will sing of the common soldier,
Who fought on foot, shoulder to shoulder,
Who lived and perished by sword and shield,
Who marched miles to die on a foreign field?

And who will weep for his lonely widow,
Who shed silent tears at a dusty window,
By the dying embers’ wavering light,
Waiting for his return, day and night?