You'll feed on beans and on rotten hay
and a horse's hoof come your naming day
You'll sweat and bleed till you grow old,
and your only gold will be dreams of gold
If you go to be a soldier,
If you go to be a soldier
[x2]
Your girl will marry another man
A muddy grave will be all your land
Food for the worms and none to mourn
You'll curse the day you were ever born,
If you go to be a soldier,
If you go to be a soldier
[x2]
You'll sleep on rocks, and knotty roots,
With holes from mice in cold damp boots
You'll wake to the crows caw at the sky,
Then march 'till night's a passing sigh
If you go to be a soldier,
If you go to be a soldier
[x2]
Your home's a far and fond desire,
the clash of steel a battle choir
should you survive encountered foes,
Your bones will ache from head to toe
If you go to be a soldier,
If you go to be a soldier
[x2]
Your family will forget your face
You'll lose your beauty, youth and grace
They'll judge you with complete condemn
You'll find your swords your dearest friend
If you go to be a soldier,
If you go to be a soldier
[x2]
Their's honor and a sense of pride
to fight for freedom with your life
not all approve but none object
that all who serve deserve respect
If you go to be a soldier,
If you go to be a soldier...
and a horse's hoof come your naming day
You'll sweat and bleed till you grow old,
and your only gold will be dreams of gold
If you go to be a soldier,
If you go to be a soldier
[x2]
Your girl will marry another man
A muddy grave will be all your land
Food for the worms and none to mourn
You'll curse the day you were ever born,
If you go to be a soldier,
If you go to be a soldier
[x2]
You'll sleep on rocks, and knotty roots,
With holes from mice in cold damp boots
You'll wake to the crows caw at the sky,
Then march 'till night's a passing sigh
If you go to be a soldier,
If you go to be a soldier
[x2]
Your home's a far and fond desire,
the clash of steel a battle choir
should you survive encountered foes,
Your bones will ache from head to toe
If you go to be a soldier,
If you go to be a soldier
[x2]
Your family will forget your face
You'll lose your beauty, youth and grace
They'll judge you with complete condemn
You'll find your swords your dearest friend
If you go to be a soldier,
If you go to be a soldier
[x2]
Their's honor and a sense of pride
to fight for freedom with your life
not all approve but none object
that all who serve deserve respect
If you go to be a soldier,
If you go to be a soldier...
envoyé par giorgio - 17/5/2013 - 09:44
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Lyrics & Music by Nick Masters
Album: Threads from the Pattern
Go to be a soldier... Is that really worth it?