A seventeen days and seventeen nights
We held up underground
Through misty panes and thick green light
I saw death raining down
And when it all was finished
I just turned away in fear
Bless me father and hold my hand
Until the dawn is here
Well I wish I were back home in Bristol again
A raising a cider with West Countrymen
Rolling in the arms of the fair Katie Wren
Back home in Bristol again
Back home in Bristol again
Well ye lads
Give us one of the ol' song
Here we go
Drink up thy zider, drink up thy zider
For tonight we'll merry be (we'll merry be!)
We'll knock the milkchurns over, and roll 'em in the clover
The corn's half cut, and so be we!
I hear the party coming down
To wrest me from my cell
Oh father don't you preach to me
Or speak to me of hell
Just deliver me a little song
And a final taste of rum
And tell the buggers who shoot me down
Just where ol' Jimmy's from
Well I wish I were back home in Bristol again
A raising a cider with West Countrymen
Rolling in the arms of the fair Katie Wren
Back home in Bristol again
Back home in Bristol again
We held up underground
Through misty panes and thick green light
I saw death raining down
And when it all was finished
I just turned away in fear
Bless me father and hold my hand
Until the dawn is here
Well I wish I were back home in Bristol again
A raising a cider with West Countrymen
Rolling in the arms of the fair Katie Wren
Back home in Bristol again
Back home in Bristol again
Well ye lads
Give us one of the ol' song
Here we go
Drink up thy zider, drink up thy zider
For tonight we'll merry be (we'll merry be!)
We'll knock the milkchurns over, and roll 'em in the clover
The corn's half cut, and so be we!
I hear the party coming down
To wrest me from my cell
Oh father don't you preach to me
Or speak to me of hell
Just deliver me a little song
And a final taste of rum
And tell the buggers who shoot me down
Just where ol' Jimmy's from
Well I wish I were back home in Bristol again
A raising a cider with West Countrymen
Rolling in the arms of the fair Katie Wren
Back home in Bristol again
Back home in Bristol again
Contributed by Dq82 - 2025/9/25 - 17:07
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2017
Foreign skies
Foreign Skies is a concept album descriribing the first world war. From the intial call to arms, to women’s suffragests to a soldier being executed for cowardice, each song tells the story from a different perspective at a different time.
All armies on all sides executed their own soldiers for “cowardice” or for “disobeying orders”. They remained criminally unaware of the psychological damage that this new form of warfare was doing to the people they had lined up and shot.