David R. “Poppa” Alexander

MARCHING BY

Here they come, momma
Here come the soldiers
Look momma look
They sure are sharp in their uniforms

Here they come, momma
Here come the flags at the front
Look momma look
They are all stepping at the same time.

Here they come momma
Here come the soldiers with their rifles
Look momma look
I’ve never seen so many guns in my life.

Here they come, momma
Here come, oh wait, they are old
Look momma look
They can’t be soldiers, so old and gray.

Here they come, Johnny
They are soldier’s son, and they are veterans
Look Johnny look
Those are the men that fought and kept us free.

Here they come, Johnny
Those are men to be respected by you and me
Look Johnny look
See how proud they are and how much they gave for our country.

Here they come everyone
So proud everyone, veterans and today’s soldiers alike
Look everyone look
Doesn’t everyone’s heart now swell with gratitude and pride?

There they go momma
One is in a wheel chair another is being led because he is blind
Look momma look
When I grow up I will thank them for you and me.