Soldier Song Songtext / Lyric

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 trains run 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 bastard who says it s not so

And God help the bastard 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 soldier, come lay your head down