Harold Arlen — When the Boys Come Home

(Verse) Stitch, stitch, pray, and sleep Men must work and women must weep 'Twas ever thus since time began Woman, oh woman, must wait for man Stitch, stitch, tie the strings This is the sorry scheme of things And only one song keeps hearts a-beat And only one thought makes waiting sweet (Chorus) When the boys come home The clouds will trip lightly away The clouds will trip lightly away When the boys come home We'll all be as merry as May We'll all be as merry as May There'll be drums and trumpets Tea and crumpets Out on the village green A silver moon for that reunion scene Oh what joy When the boys come home The clouds will trip lightly away The clouds will trip lightly away There'll be drums and trumpets Tea and crumpets Out on the village green A silver moon for that reunion scene Oh what joy When the boys come home The glorious sound of the tramping feet Will echo down the winding street That leads to a lane where lovers meet And may it prove so sweet, so sweet That they never more will roam When the boys come home