As I walk down the green, sloping hills
On the hallowed grounds,
of our heroes from war;
In the fields that were home,
to an old southern general,
Rest American soldiers, in the peace
they died for.
They gave their lives for our freedom, in Americas name.
Our heroes are gone, but their memories remain.
God has called them to His kingdom, now they rest in
From these hallowed grounds – we remember…
As the wind softly blows through the trees
on the hillsides,
Like a voice from the past, they
whisper to me.
“As He died to make men holy, and give
Let us live and let us die,
to set Americans free.”
Tell me, how many wars will it take
till we learn,
The treasures of freedom, the final
Blowing in the breeze, is the answer,
Among the graves of these proud countrymen.
As the sad, mourning cry of a
I see in the distance, a tomb
and a guard.
“Here rests in honored glory,
an American soldier;
One who is known but to God.”
Entombed in the crypts and so often
On eagles bold wings, their souls
In war after war, their bodies
Resting now in The Tomb of the
In your own native land, lies your dust
in the soil.
It’s fitting for your
The earth claims from wars, her most
The ashes of our courage and
Now live, eternal, you saints of
Dear as the blood that you
No footstep shall tread, on this
The heritage of our soldiers’
And to those who are lost, and whose lives
In one final prayer, we
That their valor and virtue, for our country
Be our hope for their glorious fate.
To those living today, giving lives
for our freedom,
As they fight for The Land
of the Free;
We will pray to our Lord, our Savior
“May God shed His loving Grace
As I gaze toward the sunset, as twilight
Over thousands of graves, in the moon’s
Like fingers caressing, the heart
of my soul;
I feel their voices whisper softly
in the night.
Pleading, “Let there be peace, on earth,
God, give us strength, give our world
Let the bells toll for freedom, let the stars and stripes
In the land of the brave and the home of
Dedicated to the men and women who are presently fighting for our country’s freedom, to those who have died defending our cause and those who have bravely fought for American freedom and are missing in action; and to my Dad, who taught me up to appreciate my country and honor those who have fought so bravely to defend her. I love you, Dad!
This song was written as a reflection after visiting Arlington National Cemetery.
Michael Robert Patterson was born in Arlington and is the son of a former officer of the US Army. So it was no wonder that sooner or later his interests drew him to American history and especially to American military history. Many of his articles can be found on renowned portals like the New York Times, Washingtonpost or Wikipedia.
Reviewed by: Michael Howard