When Tommy came marching home again,
The streets were filled with cheer;
The flags were waving, the people sang,
For the soldier they held dear.
His uniform was worn and torn,
His face was browned by sun;
But Tommy’s heart was full of joy,
For the battle he had won.
His mother wept, his father smiled,
His sweetheart gave a kiss;
And Tommy knew, for all his trials,
There was no greater bliss.
For though the war was hard and long,
And many a tear was shed;
When Tommy came marching home again,
He knew his path was led.