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 When will the laughter ring again in the way that it used to do? Not till the soldiers come home again, not till the war is through. When will the holly gleam again and the Christmas candles burn? Not till the swords are sheathed once more and the brave of our land return.

When will happy hearts meet again in the lights of the Christmas tree? Not till the cannons cease their roar and the sailors come from sea. When shall we sing as we used to do and dance in the old-time way? Not till the soldiers come home again and the bugles cease to play.

Oh, dull is the red of the holly now and faintly the candles burn; And we long for the smile of the missing face and the absent one’s return.