Cold wind in the morning
telegram arrives
Arriving with no warning
Another mother cries

Husbands, sons and brothers
Hailed the call to war
Blinded by the others
The promise - one for all

What's it all in aid of
Obeying [bad word] Cold and tired and hungry
Dying for some land

Why don't you cry, soldier, cry
Another letter - you should know better
Cry, soldier, cry
There will be sorrow - until tomorrow
So cry, soldier, cry

The fear and all the sadness
Of what it has [bad word] In this world of madness
Another soldier gone

Salute the highest honour
The folding of the flag
Finally the end is
Another bodybag

And all the time [bad word] Their backs against the wall
band of brothers fighting
One by one they fall