Niamh Parsons
1917
The strange young man who comes to meA soldier on a three day spreeHe needs one night's cheap ecstasy And a woman's arms to hide himHe greets me with a courtly bowAnd hides his pain by acting proudHe drinks too much and he laughs too loudHow can I deny him.Let us dance beneath the moonI'll sing to you 'Claire de Lune'The morning always comes too soonBut tonight the war is overHe speaks to me in schoolboy FrenchOf a soldiers life inside a trenchOf the look of death and the ghastly stenchI do my best to please himHe puts two roses in a vaseTwo roses sadly out of placeLike the gallant smile on his haggard facePlayfully I tease himHold me neath the Paris skiesLet's not talk of how or whyTomorrow's soon enough to dieBut tonight the war is overLetras de cancionesWe make love too hard too fastHe falls asleep his face a maskHe wakes with the shakes and he drinks from his flaskI put my arms around himThey die in the trenches and they die in the airIn Belguim and France the dead are everywhereThey die so so fast there's no time to prepareA decent grave to surround themOld world glory old world fameThe old worlds gone gone up in flamesNothing will ever be the sameAnd nothing lasts foreverOh I'd pray for him but I've forgotten howAnd there's nothing nothing that can save him nowThere's always another with the same funny bowAnd who am I to deny themTonight the war is over
From Letras Mania