Can you feel it The cold winds blowing at our door I fear they could be the bitter winds of war The town bells are ringing A death knell ringing All the while just waiting for the call Listening to the writing on the wall They’re calling out to our brave young men Who are ready now to rally to that call To the anthem played And to those serried ranks arrayed They’re looking so handsome in their uniforms While I’m wishing it was all just a charade They’re marched off through the town Towards the waiting train.
So, this is farewell, please just farewell Oh, my dearest darling I pray thee Fare thee well For you’ve gone far away, so very far away While I’m left standing here, just waiting for the day When you’ll be coming back and out of harm’s way And so, until then I just hope and pray Each and every day, every single day Waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting Waiting for the telephone to ring Or at least the mail to bring Any little thing, Oh any little thing Anything to tell, that you are faring well If only time would tell, whatever may befell Any news convey, or even come what may Waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting and waiting For anything at all to while the time away And so, life carried on until the fateful day A telegram to advise, my soldier’s sad demise Why Oh, Why Oh, Why Oh, Why? Why just sorrow, sorrow, sorrow? And now to leave this cold world hollow, hollow
And it was with an empty heart That had been slowly breaking from the start Came that final curtain call Among a very long list of names And some meaningless acclaims With just a folded flag and fading bugle call That was to become my soldier’s last farewell.
No chance to cry or even say my last goodbye.
Rodd Sherwin to a composition by Jacob Ladegaard JACOB'S PIANO
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