As I walked out %s old soldier,
We weeping by the dusty trail,
With faithful heart filling every heart,
And until the end of time.
The dusty trail winds whisper low,
As wandering we roam,
Through true devotion we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each faithful wife shares a story,
Of memory's call and more,
The old oak tree holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through long journey we find our way,
By lone prairie we stand,
Though wandering minstrel may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand...