Bring ‘em on, said he
And another soldier died.
Bring ‘em on, said he,
And another mother cried.

Bring ‘em on, said he
A nation cast aside,
Bring ‘em on, said he,
This is the end of the ride.

Cast aways, foreign lands,
Another cries, torn off hands.
When are we going home,
I don’t know when,
Or how, or if we can….. ever again.

 

Kay Ekwall ©2004