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Tuning: E A D G B E
This is the song Uncle Iroh sang for his son, Lu Ten. [Verse 1]
ALeaves from the vine, falling so slow; F#mLike fragile tiny shells, dErifting in the foaAm. ALittle soldier boy, come marching home. F#mBrave soldier boy, Ecomes marching Ahome.
[Verse 2]
AAsh in the snow, Falling so slow; F#mLike fragile, broken hearts. wEith no place to gAo. ALittle soldier boy. come marching home F#mBrave soldier boy, cEome marching hAome
[Verse 3]
AHe thought he knew, what he was fighting for, F#mBut the sight of blood, Emade him question wAar. APoor soldier boy cold and alone F#mbombs fall like the rain, HEe's all alAone.
[Verse 4]
AThose leaves did grow, from branches overgrown F#mDrifting slowly down, rEesting in the snAow. ALittle soldier boy, taken from home F#mForced to fight a war, tEhat is not his oAwn.
[Verse 5]
ALeaves from the vine, changing so slow F#mLike empty, fallen souls, lEooking for a hoAme. ALittle soldier boy, thought that he could soar F#mBrave soldier boy, dEied in their wAar.