Tom: F
F
They disembarked in 45,
Bb
And no-one spoke and no-one smiled
C F
There were to many spaces in the line
Gathered at the cenotaph
Bb
All agreed with the hand on heart,
C F
To sheath the sacrificial knives
F
But now she stands upon Southampton dock
Bb
With her handkerchief
C
And her summer frock clings
F
To her wet body in the rain
In quiet desperation knuckles
Bb
White upon the slippery reins
C F
She bravely waves the boys goodbye again
Bb Bbm F
Mm______.
Bb
And still the dark stain spreads between
F
His shoulder blades
Bb F F7 Gm7
A mute reminder of the poppy fields and graves
F7 Bb C Dm7 C7/E
And when the fight was over
F Am7 Dm
We spent what they had made
Gm7
But in the bottom of our hearts
F
We felt the final cut
