| lyric | My father waved farewell
and the band played tunes of glory,
A giant man with ribbons and bedeveilled dignity,
A regimental sergeant, the backbone of the Empire,
For God and righteous glory,
bound for Hgh Germany,
Sweet Lord I was just seven
and soldier’s songs for tea.
Your father’s gone coompaining,
Was a way of not explaining
That soldiers are the living proof
of our inhumanity.
My childhood passed away
Midst tales and lurid stories
Of manufacture glories
And inhuman gallantry
I asked ,When is was over?’
But no one deemd to answer me
And Margaret played the dreaded tune
Called Hig Germany
My father made it home
But he come without his reason
Two eyes of molten madness
A senseless fool of war
’He’s just a child, ’my
mother cried
’To be dressed in full regalia
And paraded as a hero home
From High Germany
There’ll be no tunes of glory
for Marg’ret and me. |