SOLDIER SONG
(Words - GA Johnson)

Poor little soldier, the war is all done
(So) tug off your medal and empty your gun
They found you a pillow to lay down your head
So hang up your hang-ups and climb into bed

There’s a chime on the hour and a light in the hall
And a picture of nothing in a frame on the wall
And there’s rain on the rooftops to the North of the shire
And the [bad word] the coal through the heart of the night

You fought for your country you fought for your queen
Now everyone’s happy, now everyone’s free
And God help the [bad word] who says it’s not so
And God help the [bad word] ‘cos what does he know?

Sleep in the knowledge that England is brave
For each loss of breath is a life that you saved
The angels will guard you, they’ll tend to your brow
Poor little [bad word] lay your head down