They disembarked in 45,
And no-one spoke and no-one smiled
There were to many spaces in the lin e.
Gathered at the cenotaph
All agreed with the hand on heart,
To sheath the sacrificial knives .
But now she s tands upon Southampton dock
With her h andkerchief
And her summer frock c lings
To her wet body in the rain .
In quiet desperation knuckles
White upon the slippery reins
She b ravely waves the boys goodbye again .
Mm___ ___.
And still the dark stain spreads between
His s houlder blades.
A mute reminder of the p oppy fields and graves.
And w hen the fight was ov er
We s pent what th ey had mad e.
But i n the bottom of our hearts
We felt the final c ut