Strawbs - The Soldier's Tale lyrics
[Strawbs - The Soldier's Tale lyrics]
The watchers on the hillside stand in silence
As the dawn appears then they gather to
Their horses in an instant
As a sunshaft sears
Through the morning mist which hangs
Low in the valleys like a serpent's tail
Both poisonous to enemies and heroes
In the soldiers' tale
A lonely tower stands empty as a refuge
By the sullen lake
As the straggle of survivors
In their weakness make a grave mistake
For the crossroad sign which
Points towards the cost is another nail
In the cross of the
Pretender and his comrades
In the soldiers' tale
The dream we once knew is now over
The battle is lost the retreat has begun
Let us make our escape
In the dead of the night
While the lone widows wail
In the soldiers' tale
The French boat, at the ready
Stands at anchor on the swollen tide
His loyal followers raise a faint cheer
As he draws aside
The Pretender's cause is lost, a sad farewell
As the boat sets sail
And the rain hurls down on
The challenge of the gauntlet
In the soldiers' tale
The soldiers' song is never sung
The soldiers' battle never won
The soldiers' lives are bought an sold
The soldiers' bayonets are cold
The soldiers' guns are never fired
The soldiers' eyes are never tired
The soldiers' hearts are filled with hate
A soldier's cause must ever wait
As the dawn appears then they gather to
Their horses in an instant
As a sunshaft sears
Through the morning mist which hangs
Low in the valleys like a serpent's tail
Both poisonous to enemies and heroes
In the soldiers' tale
A lonely tower stands empty as a refuge
By the sullen lake
As the straggle of survivors
In their weakness make a grave mistake
For the crossroad sign which
Points towards the cost is another nail
In the cross of the
Pretender and his comrades
In the soldiers' tale
The dream we once knew is now over
The battle is lost the retreat has begun
Let us make our escape
In the dead of the night
While the lone widows wail
In the soldiers' tale
The French boat, at the ready
Stands at anchor on the swollen tide
His loyal followers raise a faint cheer
As he draws aside
The Pretender's cause is lost, a sad farewell
As the boat sets sail
And the rain hurls down on
The challenge of the gauntlet
In the soldiers' tale
The soldiers' song is never sung
The soldiers' battle never won
The soldiers' lives are bought an sold
The soldiers' bayonets are cold
The soldiers' guns are never fired
The soldiers' eyes are never tired
The soldiers' hearts are filled with hate
A soldier's cause must ever wait