The Mansions of the
Lord
From We Were
Soldiers
To fallen soldiers
let us sing
Where no rockets fly
nor bullets wing
Our broken brothers
let us bring
To the Mansions of
the Lord
No more bleeding, no
more fight
No prayers pleading
through the night
Just divine embrace,
eternal light
In the Mansions of
the Lord
Where no mothers cry
and no children weep
We will stand and
guard though the angels sleep
Through the ages
safely keep
The Mansions of the
Lord