They disembarked in 45, And no-one spoke and no-one smiled There were to many spaces in the line Gathered at the cenotaph All agreed with the hand on heart, To sheath the sacrificial knives But now she stands upon Southampton dock With her handkerchief And her summer frock clings To her wet body in the rain In quiet desperation knuckles White upon the slippery reins She bravely waves the boys goodbye again Mm______. And still the dark stain spreads between His shoulder blades A mute reminder of the poppy fields and graves And when the fight was over We spent what they had made But in the bottom of our hearts We felt the final cut _______________________________________________________ Contribuição: andy2003([email protected])