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1917 Lyrics |
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 written by David Olney© David Olney Songs administered by Bug Music (BMI) The strange young man who comes to me A soldier on a three day spree Who 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 Belgium 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 |
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