[Estrofa]
A 
Leaves from the vine, falling so slow; 
F#m 
Like fragile tiny shells, drifting in the foam. 
A 
Little soldier boy, come marching home. 
F#m 
Brave soldier boy, comes marching home.
[Estrofa]
A 
Ash in  the snow, Falling so slow; 
F#m 
Like fragile, broken hearts. with no place to go. 
A 
Little soldier boy. come marching home 
F#m 
Brave soldier boy, come marching home
[Estrofa]
A 
He thought he knew, what he was fighting for, 
F#m 
But the sight of blood, made him question war. 
A 
Poor soldier boy cold and alone 
F#m 
bombs fall like the rain, He's all alone.
[Estrofa]
A 
Those leaves did grow, from branches overgrown 
F#m 
Drifting slowly down, resting in the snow. 
A 
Little soldier boy, taken from home 
F#m 
Forced to fight a war, that is not his own.
[Estrofa]
A 
Leaves from the vine, changing so slow 
F#m 
Like empty, fallen souls, looking for a home. 
A 
Little soldier boy, thought that he could soar 
F#m                                  A 
Brave soldier boy, died in their war.