One More Campaign

Well, I thought I knew every trick of love
 Even told the world I was sick of love
 But you stood a march on my best defenses
 Like James Wolfe's asault on Quebec
 As a sailor who's turned his back on the seas
 I was steeled not to heed the caress of the breeze
 But you fired a shot right across my bows
 And like Admiral Nelson I'm down on the deck
 So it's one more campaign, boys, for this old soldier in the field of love
 Though I promised my heart to ignore the appeal of the clash of swords, and the ring of steel
 Yet it stirs for the fight, for at least it's real, for this
 Old soldier of love
 O-oh I was a fortress, at least so I thought
 To withstand all attacks I had done all I ought
 But your siege demanded surrender complete
 For if you were King Henry then I was Boleyn
 So no matter the battle that's built on my heart
 The terms of engagement were clear from the start
 And I knew that the kind of elation that it was
 A choice between staying or running away
 So it's one more campaign, boys, for this old soldier in the field of love
 And though now the wounds take longer to heal,
 From a surfeit of peace, I could die at piecemeal
 And I stir for the fight, for at least it's real for this
 Old soldier of love
 Love's a friend and an enemy, make no mistake,
 Love's a general for whom your home you'll forsake
 Loves a tartar who (?)harry you run you to wealth(?)
 Love's a trator embraced without any quarrels
 So I stand here quite vanquished, my world at your feet,
 As I savour the taste of this sweetest defeat
 Shall we fight to the death, locked in combat forever
 Or battle together, companions at arms
 So it's one more campaign, boys, for this old soldier in the field of love
 Now my standard and my penant I proudly reveal
 At the alter of Eros I've chosen to kneel,
 And I stir for the fight, for at least it's real, for this
 Old soldier of love
 Yes, we stir for the fight, for at least it's real, for these
 Old soldiers of love.