The moon is slowly sinking the final moon I'll see
my head is tired of thinking there’s just the rosary
an empty place at table and my mother’s eyes are wet
the hand of God came down last night
and Jesus wept
If I'd been a captain they would have sent me home
but I am just a private condemned to die alone
the firing squad’s been drinking it’s a dawn they won’t forget
the hand of God came down last night
and Jesus wept
Sound the drum for their young precious years
but no glory will shine on my poor mother’s tears
A soldier’s good for fighting that’s what my father said
and if the man’s not fighting he might as well be dead
shame has drawn the curtains and the neighbours won’t forget
the hand of God came down last night
and Jesus wept
I got the shakes on Tuesday I cannot go I said
they sent me down on Wednesday by Thursday I was dead
I fought for king and country two years without regret
the hand of God came down last night
and Jesus wept
We all fall in the cause of the free
when the sun sets on England will you think of me?
In unmarked graves in Flanders lie 300 boys and men
killed un-loved and frightened by those they thought were friends
a nation’s guilty secret is this generation’s debt
the hand of God came down last night
and Jesus wept
my head is tired of thinking there’s just the rosary
an empty place at table and my mother’s eyes are wet
the hand of God came down last night
and Jesus wept
If I'd been a captain they would have sent me home
but I am just a private condemned to die alone
the firing squad’s been drinking it’s a dawn they won’t forget
the hand of God came down last night
and Jesus wept
Sound the drum for their young precious years
but no glory will shine on my poor mother’s tears
A soldier’s good for fighting that’s what my father said
and if the man’s not fighting he might as well be dead
shame has drawn the curtains and the neighbours won’t forget
the hand of God came down last night
and Jesus wept
I got the shakes on Tuesday I cannot go I said
they sent me down on Wednesday by Thursday I was dead
I fought for king and country two years without regret
the hand of God came down last night
and Jesus wept
We all fall in the cause of the free
when the sun sets on England will you think of me?
In unmarked graves in Flanders lie 300 boys and men
killed un-loved and frightened by those they thought were friends
a nation’s guilty secret is this generation’s debt
the hand of God came down last night
and Jesus wept
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Album: Dragonfly
A superb song that is a protest about those who were shot at dawn for supposed cowardice during WWI.
Vedi anche Shot At Dawn (The Ballad of Harry Farr).