Singing Out The Days
Half the front's out there,
half-buried (some of them alive)
the rest of us, we
Freeze and pray for Spring.
"Dearest Mother,
fill my lungs 'til victory or food
Arrives ..." What else can we do
Out here but sing?
Sixteen years and
Never been kissed,
jumped the queue
And the waiting list.
Civvy suits and
New recruits, clean your rifle, polish
Your boots, learn to give the correct
Salute, singing out the days.
Singing,
Singing, singing,
singing out the days.
We march until we drop,
then we go
Over the top,
singing, singing out the Days.
Rats and lice along the trench;
Coffin nails to mask the stench.
For Thirty weeks we hold the line while all
The toffs get reassigned .. apart from
The war, we're doing fine singing out
The days.
Singing,
singing, singing,
Singing out the days.
We march until
We drop, then we go over the top,
Singing,
singing out the days.
Songs
For drowning out the shells, songs to
Prove you're alive and well.
Songs for
Our humanity in the face of inhumanity;
And to demonstate your sanity,
Singing out the days.
Singing, singing,
Singing, singing out the days.
We
March until we drop, then we go over
The top, singing, singing out the days.
