1917

The strange young man who comes to me
 A soldier on a three day spree
 Who needs one night's cheap ecstasy
 And a woman's arms to hide him
 He greets me with a courtly bow
 And hides his pain by acting proud
 He drinks too much and he laughs too loud
 How can I deny him?
 Let us dance beneath the moon
 I'll sing to you "Claire de Lune'
 The morning always comes too soon
 But tonight the war is over
 He speaks to me in schoolboy French
 Of a soldier's life inside a trench
 Of the look of death and the ghastly stench
 I do my best to please him
 He puts two roses in a vase
 Two roses sadly out of place
 Like the gallant smile on his haggard face
 Playfully I tease him
 Hold me 'neath the Paris skies
 Let's not talk of how or why
 Tomorrow's soon enough to die
 But tonight the war is over
 We make love too hard too fast
 He falls asleep, his face a mask
 He wakes with the shakes and he drinks from his flask
 I put my arms around him
 They die in the trenches and they die in the air
 In Belgium and France the dead are everywhere
 They die so fast there's no time to prepare
 A decent grave to surround them
 Old world glory, old world fame
 The old world's gone, gone up in flames
 Nothing will ever be the same
 And nothing lasts forever
 Oh I'd pray for him but I've forgotten how
 And there's nothing, nothing that can save him now
 There's always another with the same funny bow
 And who am I to deny them
 Lux aeterna Luce-at e-is domine cum
 Sanctic tu-is in aeternum
 Qui-a pius es requiem aeternaum
 Dona e-is Domine.
 Qui-a pius es requiem aeternaum
 Dona e-is Domine
 Qui-a pius es et lux perpetua luce-at- e-is Cum
 Sancris tu-is in
 Aeternum qui-api-us es
 Tonight the war is over...