A Soldier Evermore

His girl’s back home at the factory
She’s making bombs for victory
He’s stepping out on foreign soil
Where the dirty hun made our blood boil
She waits for him at the factory
While making bombs to kill the enemy

And she’s still waiting for him
Waiting for her handsome soldier
He’s so fine and he’s so full of life
He’s coming home, she’s to be his wife

And then one day a ghost appears at her door
And she knows it’s him but he is not as before
It is just his body, his spirit is no more
He’s dressed in civvies, but his mind is still at war
His heart lies buried under an avalanche of gore
He’ll be her soldier, her soldier evermore

And he’s still waiting for her
Waiting for his English rose
She’s so pretty, she’s so full of life
He’s coming home, and she’s to be his wife

And then one day a broken man is at her door
It looks like him but he is not as before
His body’s there, but his mind’s still at war
His eyes are dark and she doesn’t know him anymore
His heart lies buried under an avalanche of gore
His soul’s been sacrificed to the insanity of war

She’s working in the scullery
She’s making scones a cup of tea
She puts the kettle on to boil
But his mind is back on foreign soil
She waits for him to drink his tea
But he’s still at war …and she’s the enemy

And she’s still waiting for him
Waiting for her gallant soldier
He was so fine and so full of life
He came home, she became his wife, but…

Every day a broken man lies at her door
His days are dark and she doesn’t know him anymore
She gives him love, but he just knocks her to the floor
His body’s there, but his mind is still at war
His heart lies buried under an avalanche of gore

His soul floats high above the bloody fields of war
He’ll be her soldier, her soldier evermore…

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