I'll see you on Sunday just after the war
We'll hang up our bruised old arms on the wall
so check all your armor and guns at the door
we'll drink to the end of it all
we'll check all our armor and guns at the door
on Sunday after the war
we'll drown it in brandy, we'll drown it in wine
when all of the ships have laid anchor ashore
I'll pay for your sorrow if you'll pay for mine
when the ships have laid anchor ashore
I'll pay for your sorrow if you'll pay for mine on Sunday after the war
after the war, after the war,
all the bells will be ringing after the war
after the war, after the war,
oh nothing will be as before
on Sunday just after the war
I'll see you on Sunday just after the war
we'll wipe all the mud & the blood from our boots
the grunts & the brass, volunteers & recruits
will carry their burdens no more
they'll sell off their burdens at the old surplus store
on Sunday after the war
I'll try to get used to my house & my bed
when the flags have been folded & put in the drawer
I'll try to forget what I got in my head
on Sunday just after the war
when the flags have been folded & put in the drawer
on Sunday after the war
[Chorus]
after the war, after the war,
all the bells will be ringing after the war
after the war, after the war,
oh nothing will be as before
on Sunday just after the war
the meadow is heavy with drink from our veins
& some mother's son ain't no boy anymore
I swear I won't even try to explain
how meadows & fingers are stained
if you ask me I swear I won't try to explain
on Sunday after the war
so I'll see you on Sunday just after the war
we'll cast our remembrance down in the grave
where so many others who no one could save
are smothered in brothers as brave
we'll cast our remembrance down in the grave
on Sunday after the war
after the war, after the war,
they're always recruiting after the war
after the war, after the war,
will everything be as before
on Sunday just after the war
We'll hang up our bruised old arms on the wall
so check all your armor and guns at the door
we'll drink to the end of it all
we'll check all our armor and guns at the door
on Sunday after the war
we'll drown it in brandy, we'll drown it in wine
when all of the ships have laid anchor ashore
I'll pay for your sorrow if you'll pay for mine
when the ships have laid anchor ashore
I'll pay for your sorrow if you'll pay for mine on Sunday after the war
after the war, after the war,
all the bells will be ringing after the war
after the war, after the war,
oh nothing will be as before
on Sunday just after the war
I'll see you on Sunday just after the war
we'll wipe all the mud & the blood from our boots
the grunts & the brass, volunteers & recruits
will carry their burdens no more
they'll sell off their burdens at the old surplus store
on Sunday after the war
I'll try to get used to my house & my bed
when the flags have been folded & put in the drawer
I'll try to forget what I got in my head
on Sunday just after the war
when the flags have been folded & put in the drawer
on Sunday after the war
[Chorus]
after the war, after the war,
all the bells will be ringing after the war
after the war, after the war,
oh nothing will be as before
on Sunday just after the war
the meadow is heavy with drink from our veins
& some mother's son ain't no boy anymore
I swear I won't even try to explain
how meadows & fingers are stained
if you ask me I swear I won't try to explain
on Sunday after the war
so I'll see you on Sunday just after the war
we'll cast our remembrance down in the grave
where so many others who no one could save
are smothered in brothers as brave
we'll cast our remembrance down in the grave
on Sunday after the war
after the war, after the war,
they're always recruiting after the war
after the war, after the war,
will everything be as before
on Sunday just after the war
envoyé par Dq82 - 21/11/2021 - 20:02
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