Harold Land - 2003 Remaster

Harold Land with a wave of his hand
Said goodbye to all that
He paid his bills and stopped the milk
Then put on his hat
He tried to say his last farewells as quickly as he could
Promising that he would return, but doubted that he would
Doubted that he would

Now he's marching soldiers in the rain
As on to war they rode
A long, thin line of human mind
Damnation as their load
In the mud, in coldness dark he'd shiver out his fear
What disappointing sights he'd seen instead of ones so dear
Instead of ones so dear

(Going home) He's going home to the land he loved so well
(Going home) He fought for two whole years, he never fell
(Going home) He's going home
(Going home) He's going home

Harold Land with a wave of his hand
Stood sadly on the stage
Clutching red ribbons from a badge
But he didn't look his age
Only two years had passed between his leaving home and back
He had lost his love and youth while leading the attack
Leading the attack

In conversation it could be said
Well, after war your heart is dead
Well, it's not hard to understand
There is no heart in Harold Land