F They disembarked in 45, A# And no-one spoke and no-one smiled C F There were to many spaces in the line. Gathered at the cenotaph A# All agreed with the hand on heart, C F To sheath the sacrificial knives. But now, she stands upon Southampton dock A# With her handkerchief C And her summer frock, clings F To her wet body in the rain. In quiet desperation, knuckles A# White upon the slippery reins C F She bravely waves the boys goodbye again. A# And still the dark stain spreads between F their shoulder blades. A# F F7 Gm7 a mute reminder of the poppy fields and graves. F7 A# C Dm7 C7/E And when the fight was over F Am7 Dm We spent what they had made. Gm7 But in the bottom of our hearts F We felt the final cut. | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsAm Am7 C C7 Dm Dm7 E F F7 Gm Gm7 |