A Prairie Home Companion with Garrison Keillor

March Song
Saturday, May 29, 2004
Listen

Here we go, boys
Heading home, boys
We will lay
Our burdens down
Farther on, boys
At the dawn, boys
We will rest in
The old campground.

What care we now, the battle's over
What care we for wind or weather
Oh my brothers march together
As the sun sets on fields of gold

We are marching through the darkness
Marching toward the break of day
Through the trees and o'er the river
With our comrades so fine and brave

We have come so far together
In this long and cruel war
Many brothers fell by the wayside
We shall meet them on the shore

Hear the voices all around us
Comrades of the battle plain
Thoughts of loved ones at the fireside
As we march through the dark and rain.