A soldier stood glancing at the dead
He felt so pensive, and bowled his head
Blood and gore painted the ground
Tall men stood in melancholy, and made no sound
Trying to stand brave, he wiped his tear
A British soldier must be strong, and show no fear
A glorious victory but many soldiers lying sore
May they rest in peace, for them there is no more war
With his hand on his heart he turned to leave
And whipped the rain from his skin with his sleeve
He was contend, him and his country were free
That’s when he thought, when will the next war be?
He felt so pensive, and bowled his head
Blood and gore painted the ground
Tall men stood in melancholy, and made no sound
Trying to stand brave, he wiped his tear
A British soldier must be strong, and show no fear
A glorious victory but many soldiers lying sore
May they rest in peace, for them there is no more war
With his hand on his heart he turned to leave
And whipped the rain from his skin with his sleeve
He was contend, him and his country were free
That’s when he thought, when will the next war be?