Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Done With Bonaparte, artist - Mark Knopfler. Date of issue: 31.12.1995
Song language: English
Done With Bonaparte |
| We’ve paid in hell since Moscow burned |
| As Cossacks tear us piece by piece |
| Our dead are strewn a hundred leagues |
| Though death would be a sweet release |
| And our grande arm? |
| e is dressed in rags |
| A frozen starving beggar band |
| Like rats we steal each other’s scraps |
| Fall to fighting hand to hand |
| Save my soul from evil, Lord |
| And heal this soldier’s heart |
| I’ll trust in thee to keep me, Lord |
| I’m done with Bonaparte |
| What dreams he made for us to dream |
| Spanish skies, Egyptian sands |
| The world was ours, we marched upon |
| Our little Corporal’s command |
| And I lost an eye at Austerlitz |
| The sabre slash yet gives me pain |
| My one true love awaits me still |
| The flower of the aquitaine |
| I pray for her who prays for me |
| A safe return to my belle France |
| We prayed these wars would end all wars |
| In war we know is no romance |
| And I pray our child will never see |
| A little Corporal again |
| Point toward a foreign shore |
| Captivate the hearts of men |