The Soldier

The soldier marches in the rain
hurrah hurrah
He plays his patriotic game
hurrah hurrah
The bullets burst the colonels curse
The women at home all fear for the worst
And he'll never be the same

The soldier marches in the rain
hurrah hurrah
Collecting on his combat pay
hurrah hurrah
The horns shout out the children cry
The wife at home is just getting by
And he'll never sleep again

The soldier marches in the rain
hurrah hurrah
His head hangs low in dismal shame
hurrah hurrah
The drums never stop the worlds all grey
Left cold and alone forever he'll stay
And we'll never know his name.