Mark Knopfler - Done with Bonaparte lyrics

[Mark Knopfler - Done with Bonaparte lyrics]

We've paid in hell since Moscow burned
As Cossacks tear us piece by piece
Our dead are strewn a hundred leagues
Though death would be a sweet release
And our grande armée is dressed in rags
A frozen, starving, beggar band
Like rats we steal each other's scraps
Fall to fighting hand to hand

What dreams he made for us to dream
Spanish skies, Egyptian sands
The world was ours, we marched upon
Our little Corporal's command
And I lost an eye at Austerlitz
The sabre slash yet gives me pain
My one true love await's me still
The flower of the Aquitaine

I pray for her who prays for me
A safe return to my belle France
We prayed these wars would end all wars


In war, we know, is no romance
And I pray our child will never see
A little Corporal again
Point toward a foreign shore
Captivate the hearts of men

Save my soul from evil, Lord
And heal this soldier's heart
I'll trust in thee to keep me, Lord
I'm done with Bonaparte

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