And the soldier was passing fair;
And that was the time when our Little Boy Blue
Kissed them and put them there.
“Now, don’t you go till I come,” he said;
“And don’t you make any noise!”
So toddling off to his trundle-bed
He dreamed of the pretty toys;
And as he was dreaming, an angel’s song
Awakened our Little Boy Blue—
Oh, the years are many, the years are long,