BIRDSONG
Greg Harper
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| My name is Bertram | Arthur Cain |
| A | D |
| I | live outside of | town |
| G |
| I work from sunrise | rising |
| A | D |
| Till the | sun is sinking | down |
| G |
| Each day I walk a | long a lane |
| A | D |
| That | runs beneath the | downs |
| Em | G |
| It | rings with birdsong | sweet and true |
| A | D |
| It's a | pretty and peaceful | sound |
It weren't my fight I didn't see
That I should go abroad
To fight the enemy of our land
By the government I was told
I left my love I left my home
And all my thoughts behind
Of a world of love a world of care
And I crossed to the other side
| D | G |
| No more to hear the | birdsong |
| A | D |
| I could | recognise every | tune |
| G |
| No more to see the | morning dew |
| A | D |
| A | glistening on the | corn |
| G |
| No more to hear my | dearest call |
| A | D |
| As | I return late at | night |
| Em | G |
| Just to | rest my head and | sleep my dear |
| A | D |
| Un | til the morning | light |
My name is Bertram Arthur Cain
And I'm a simple man
I've never caused nobody pain
I'd always help them if I can
But now I stare `cross no man's land
With a gun sight before my eye
Just waiting to kill a man like me
Across on the other side
For four years hell on earth did rain
And many brave men died
The high explosive shells that flew
The only singing in the sky
The land now cultivated
By the shell and not the plough
And the only men remaining are
Devoid of caring now
My name is Bertram Arthur Cain
The name etched on my grave
The 1914-18 war
Was a travesty of the brave
So if you ever walk along
That lane beneath the downs
Be sure to listen to the birdsong there
It's a pretty and peaceful sound
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