Soldier

I take my time
I am the boon of a sound nation
My spirit whines
It feeds my arms as they carry on

And the past calls
And the past calls

I hide my fear
I take her hand in a quiet hour
And tell my stories
To sots and fools who done drown their pain

And the past calls
And the past calls around

Only to hold you in my mind
I cannot be the soldier all the time
Only to hold you in my mind
I cannot be the soldier all the time

And the cannon lights
And the halls all shivering
And a fool inside
And the bands all blasting stone
'Cause I'm a poor boy
And I'm better on my knees
And I'll bite the sound
Of a brother's injury

And the rain of fire
And the broken tambourines
And the heat of lies
Will deface the ivory

And I will not stand
Like a puppet with a mark
No I will not stand
For a terror in the dark

And the past calls
And the past calls
And the past calls
And the past calls around

Only to hold you in my mind
I cannot be the soldier all the time
Only to hold you in my mind
I cannot be the soldier all the time
Only to hold you in my mind
I cannot be the soldier all the time
Only to hold you in my mind
I cannot be the soldier all the time



Credits
Writer(s): Jack Crawford-brown
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