The notes are appearing in windows and doors
Another flight's schedule is known
And everyone asks how many more will there be
Carrying so many of the coffins back home..
The big plane is coming from far overseas
Bringing the soldiers back home
But not for them the triumphal march
Just a lonely engraved headstone..
The notes are appearing in windows and doors
Another flight's schedule is known
And everyone asks how many more will there be
Carrying so many of the coffins back home..
Pallbearers move slowly down from the plane
As the Last Post sounds (out) its knell
Then carefully the coffin is placed in the hearse
Carrying the body of the last one who fell
The notes are appearing in windows and doors
Another flight's schedule is known..
And everyone asks how many more will there be
Carrying so many of the coffins back home..
People wait quietly, tears in their eyes
The community stands as a whole
Daddy it says there in roses blood red
St. Bartholomew's bells start to toll
The notes are appearing in windows and doors
Another flight's schedule is known..
And everyone asks how many more will there be
Carrying so many of the coffins back home..
Many just hold their hands on their hearts
As the soldiers go on to their graves
The families now know their loss has been seen
Perhaps it might help them be brave?
The notes are appearing in windows and doors
Another flight's schedule is known
And everyone asks how many more will there be
Carrying so many of the coffins back home..
It happened by chance, just three years ago
When first they saluted the dead
But now as the cortege comes past through their town
Everyone stands and lowers their head
And the notes are appearing in windows and doors
Another flight's schedule is known
And everyone asks how many more will there be
Carrying so many of the coffins back home..
Just a small market town, a very large heart
Once again saying farewell
They don't want the TV, they don't want the fame
They'd rather stop ringing the bells
The notes are appearing in windows and doors
Another flight's schedule is known..
And everyone asks how many more will there be
Carrying so many of the coffins back home,
Carrying so many of the coffins back home..
Another flight's schedule is known
And everyone asks how many more will there be
Carrying so many of the coffins back home..
The big plane is coming from far overseas
Bringing the soldiers back home
But not for them the triumphal march
Just a lonely engraved headstone..
The notes are appearing in windows and doors
Another flight's schedule is known
And everyone asks how many more will there be
Carrying so many of the coffins back home..
Pallbearers move slowly down from the plane
As the Last Post sounds (out) its knell
Then carefully the coffin is placed in the hearse
Carrying the body of the last one who fell
The notes are appearing in windows and doors
Another flight's schedule is known..
And everyone asks how many more will there be
Carrying so many of the coffins back home..
People wait quietly, tears in their eyes
The community stands as a whole
Daddy it says there in roses blood red
St. Bartholomew's bells start to toll
The notes are appearing in windows and doors
Another flight's schedule is known..
And everyone asks how many more will there be
Carrying so many of the coffins back home..
Many just hold their hands on their hearts
As the soldiers go on to their graves
The families now know their loss has been seen
Perhaps it might help them be brave?
The notes are appearing in windows and doors
Another flight's schedule is known
And everyone asks how many more will there be
Carrying so many of the coffins back home..
It happened by chance, just three years ago
When first they saluted the dead
But now as the cortege comes past through their town
Everyone stands and lowers their head
And the notes are appearing in windows and doors
Another flight's schedule is known
And everyone asks how many more will there be
Carrying so many of the coffins back home..
Just a small market town, a very large heart
Once again saying farewell
They don't want the TV, they don't want the fame
They'd rather stop ringing the bells
The notes are appearing in windows and doors
Another flight's schedule is known..
And everyone asks how many more will there be
Carrying so many of the coffins back home,
Carrying so many of the coffins back home..
Contributed by giorgio - 2012/8/21 - 18:21
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Lyrics and Music by Chris Pyam & Ken Punshon
Album: Far To Go
Credits from "Far To Go", track released 21 December 2010 tagstags: a cappella acoustic folk singer-songwriter Thursday's Child - United Kingdom