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| And the waves are watching as the engine drones
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| As the ship draws near, hear the bugle moan
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| G em am d7 g The sad and silent song of a soldier
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| With a hero’s greeting we will welcome him,
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| With hero’s speeches we will honor him,
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| With a hero’s ending we will bury him,
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| That’s the sad and silent song of a soldier.
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| And comfort his family with a telegram,
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| We regret to inform you we have lost a man,
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| But we gave him the highest medal of the land,
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| That’s the sad and silent song of a soldier.
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| We know what an awful price he had to pay,
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| But the enemy was contained for another day,
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| We trained him well, but he would have wanted it that way,
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| That’s the sad and silent song of a soldier.
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| Oh, the weary wounded they wait by his side,
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| Wondering why they hadn’t also died,
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| The picture of victory on it’s pride,
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| That’s the sad and silent song of a soldier.
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| And the flag is at half mast wet with foreign rain,
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| Ignored by the stranger he had helped to train,
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| To him it was his duty to them again,
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| That’s the sad and silent song of a soldier.
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| At arlington he’s lowered down without a pause,
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| And his native land welcomes him with open jaws,
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| And the tombstone reads such a noble cause,
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| That’s the sad and silent song of a soldier.
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| Now a moment of silence for the broken man,
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| While the president proudly crows «we'll never bend»,
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| And cheers their replacements marching off again,
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| That’s the sad and silent song of a soldier.
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| And the flag draped coffins are a sailin' home,
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| And the waves are a watchin' as the engines drone,
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| As the ship draws near, hear the bugle moan
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| The sad and silent song of a soldier. |