Cold and damp invades my room
A candle is burning
Fighting the gloom
My misted memory can't remember
Patience debating the passing time
Tells of a war, finished November.
A soldiers photo stuck on the wall
It is I, but no left arm
The truth eludes me from time to time
The time and place I suffered this harm
I don't wish to recall.
It invades my mind against my will
A devils garden called no mans land
And a general, his name a bit vague
Over the top boys one last stand
Now I remember, his name was Haig
Oh yes, it was Tommy against Fritz
Rifles aimed shooting people to bits
My foe and I friends after four years
It's all over now, but not the tears.
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