Arlington, oh Arlington,
you bear your burden well,
and provide brave men with lasting peace
from their brief sojourns in hell.
In your arms you hold the weary,
the scared and battle scarred,
the men who died with honor
as our countries gates they barred.
To your breast you clutch the bold,
the men so strong and true,
The ones who fought for freedom,
for ours and for others too.
With your sighs you call the broken,
and lay them down to rest
beside their fallen comrades,
beside the very best.