The strange young man who comes to me
a soldier on a three day spree He
needs one night's cheap ecstasy and a woman's
arms to hide him He greets me with
a courtly bow and hides his pain by
acting proud He drinks too much and he
laughs too loud how can I deny him
Let us dance beneath the moon I'll sing
to you Claire de Lune The morning always
comes too soon but tonight the war is
over He speaks to me in schoolboy French
of a soldier's life inside a trench Of
the look of death and the ghastly stench
I do my best to please him He
puts two roses in a vase two roses
sadly out of place Like the gallant smile
on his haggard face playfully I tease him
Hold me neath the Paris skies let's not
talk of how or why Tomorrow's soon enough
to die but tonight the war is over
We make love too hard too fast he
falls asleep his face a mask He wakes
with the shakes and he drinks from his
flask I put my arms around him They
die in the trenches and they die in
the air In Belguim and France the dead
are everywhere They die so fast there's no
time to prepare a decent grave to surround
them Old world glory old world fame the
old world's gone gone up in flames Nothing
will ever be the same and nothing lasts
forever Oh I'd pray for him but I've
forgotten how And there's nothing nothing that can
save him now There's always another with the
same funny bow and who am I to
deny them Lux aeterna Luce-at e-is domine cum
sanctic tu-is in aeternum Qui-a pius es requiem
aeternaum dona e-is Domine Qui-a pius es requiem
aeternaum dona e-is Domine Qui-a pius es et
lux perpetua luce-at- e-is Cum sancris tu-is in
Aeternum qui-api-us es tonight the war is over
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