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BIRDSONG My name is Bertram Arthur CainI live outside of town I work from sunrise rising Till the sun is sinking down Each day I walk along a lane That runs beneath the downs It rings with birdsong sweet and true 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 No more to hear the birdsong I could recognise every tune No more to see the morning dew A glistening on the corn No more to hear my dearest call As I return late at night Just to rest my head and sleep my dear Until 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 No more to hear the birdsong I could recognise every tune No more to see the morning dew A glistening on the corn No more to hear my dearest call As I return late at night Just to rest my head and sleep my dear Until the morning light 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 No more to hear the birdsong I could recognise every tune No more to see the morning dew A glistening on the corn No more to hear my dearest call As I return late at night Just to rest my head and sleep my dear Until the morning light 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 Copyright © 2000-2010 Greg Harper. All Rights Reserved. |