7 acessos
What was my arm worth
When they took it away
In the spirited rush I said
Of armistice day
Where did they put it, bella
Where and which way
Did it stop the mad charge
That the enemy made
Or is it with my brother
Is it with my brother
In a meaningless grave
*Tell me where
*Tell me where do I go to find it
What has my arm gained
In a the balance of things
Are there still birds a-flying
And a brushing of wings
Or could it still be disguised
Could it still be disguised
As a terrible thing
And spoiling all their singing, babe
And smashing up their wings
Wish I could go with them brother
But of all things
It's only a stub of the original thing
That was there when I signed and then saluted my king
repeat*