There is a gate that stands in front of us There's a sleep we do not know And a home that is closest in our dreams Where the marching soldiers go there is a sign That's faded into rust there's a cadence soft and low And a concrete road that turns to dust Where the marching soldiers go there Is a hymn of praise to brothers lost Rising from those fires below And a thousand prayers to count the cost Where the marching soldiers go there is a hymn of Praise to brothers lost rising from those fires below And a thousand prayers to count all the costs Where the marching soldiers go I used to love I used to be Won't you please Remember me I used to love I used to be Oh please Remember me