And though the fires are burning
Under the pillars of learning
I hear the wind is still howling
"Go home"....
And looking out of your window
You see a brand new tomorrow
And no one standing in your way....
When everything is done
The war is never won
He's standing all alone
The Russian winds blow cold
His story must be told
The Great One-Handed Brag....
Though all the bodies decaying
You come up smelling of roses
You take the final decision
To carry on
You think of sweet Josephine
Back home where fields were green
And no sweat, no blood, no stench
No mortal coil
Under the pillars of learning
I hear the wind is still howling
"Go home"....
And looking out of your window
You see a brand new tomorrow
And no one standing in your way....
When everything is done
The war is never won
He's standing all alone
The Russian winds blow cold
His story must be told
The Great One-Handed Brag....
Though all the bodies decaying
You come up smelling of roses
You take the final decision
To carry on
You think of sweet Josephine
Back home where fields were green
And no sweat, no blood, no stench
No mortal coil
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