At The End of the Day
We never feel anger, or even despair
And they never know we are listening there
Their words are like diesel, and lying congealed
Like blood on the cross on our old battlefield
Oh listen, please listen, can we have our say?
At the rise of the sun and the end of the day
We sacrificed nothing, gave nothing away
Old Ginger stood by me, 'til he lost his eyes
When the gas hovers, half of the regiment dies
And Albie got frightened and started to run
The coup de grâce
Came from our own Captain's gun
Oh listen, please listen, can we have our say?
At the rise of the sun and the end of the day
We sacrificed nothing, gave nothing away
And some of you made it, like Willie John Moore
A poor old man, there he still stands to be sure
Alone with his memories, and Corporal Lee
Remembering Ginger and Albie and me
Oh listen, please listen, can we have our say
At the rise of the sun and the end of the day
We sacrificed nothing, gave nothing away
Now the crosses remain where the graves have been filled
But none of us ever joined up to be killed
We volunteered proudly and died in our hosts
Now armies of ageless battalions of ghosts
Say listen, please listen, can we have our say?
At the rise of the sun and the end of the day
We sacrificed nothing, gave nothing away
Oh listen, please listen, can we have our say?
At the rise of the sun and the end of the day
We sacrificed nothing, gave nothing away
Gave nothing away
At the end of the day
And they never know we are listening there
Their words are like diesel, and lying congealed
Like blood on the cross on our old battlefield
Oh listen, please listen, can we have our say?
At the rise of the sun and the end of the day
We sacrificed nothing, gave nothing away
Old Ginger stood by me, 'til he lost his eyes
When the gas hovers, half of the regiment dies
And Albie got frightened and started to run
The coup de grâce
Came from our own Captain's gun
Oh listen, please listen, can we have our say?
At the rise of the sun and the end of the day
We sacrificed nothing, gave nothing away
And some of you made it, like Willie John Moore
A poor old man, there he still stands to be sure
Alone with his memories, and Corporal Lee
Remembering Ginger and Albie and me
Oh listen, please listen, can we have our say
At the rise of the sun and the end of the day
We sacrificed nothing, gave nothing away
Now the crosses remain where the graves have been filled
But none of us ever joined up to be killed
We volunteered proudly and died in our hosts
Now armies of ageless battalions of ghosts
Say listen, please listen, can we have our say?
At the rise of the sun and the end of the day
We sacrificed nothing, gave nothing away
Oh listen, please listen, can we have our say?
At the rise of the sun and the end of the day
We sacrificed nothing, gave nothing away
Gave nothing away
At the end of the day
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Writer(s): Trevor Midgley
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