Interpret:

Blackmore's Night

Album:

Under A Violet Moon

I sing the praise of honored wars of glory and of kings 
The bravery of soldiers, The joy that peace can bring 
The captains on their way home, The ribbons on their chests 
They've packed away the firearms the trumpets lay to rest... 
They've taken in the battlefields with one last weary breath 
And set their sights on something new while there's still something left 
The poets and the dreamers thank the stars above 
For leaving hatred in the dust and bringing back the love... 
Over land and over sea 
March The Heroes Home 
For the faithful, for the free 
March The Heroes Home 
We'll be waiting when you 
March The Heroes Home 
All the night and day through 
March The Heroes Home... 
The flowers laughing in the fields boast colors bright and new 
A hint of freedom in the air, the chimes are ringing true 
They're bringing in the New Year and ringing out the old 
Beckoning the springtime though winter winds blow cold...