Utterly splendid, it says here...
I only spoky Croatious. Serry.
Lyrics
Where do all the men go when they march off to the war,
blinded by their honour or done for by the law?
Guttering, the trenches fill with yet more little boys
An affront to all that's decent as they light their deadly toys
He had no choice at all
The sergeant said "it's done...you're going off to Wipers
'cause that's where you're going, son"
His father posted missing there just 18 months ago.
They didn't find his body but they're saying it isn't so
A miracle at Poelcapelle
You never really know
He had no choice at all
The sergeant said "it's done...you're going off to Wipers
because that's where the war is won"
A miracle at Poelcapelle beneath the setting sun.
What do all the men do where they're marching off to war
Blinded by the mustard gas, abandoned at Hell's door?
They carve their names in No-Man's land, forgotten nevermore.
A footnote on the Menin Gate, an act of martial lore.
He was posted missing only just 18 days ago.
They haven't found his body and they say it isn't so
A miracle at Poelcapelle
I really hope it's so.
