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Taken from "Make the Rafters Roar" by Johnny Collins

So Far From Home
(Tim Brooks)

As I walked out one winter's morning early,
A mist hung in the valley; I'd no thought to tarry long.
When the cheery birds fell silent, I felt a cold about me,
And I heard the sound of voices raised in mournful marching song.

CHORUS: So far from home and every man's an enemy!
So far from home and little chance of leave!
So far from home! No pretty wife to comfort me!
Oh, pity us poor soldiers. We've cause enough to grieve.

And as I stood, a horse and armoured rider
Came riding at the vanguard of a line of trudging men.
Bright feathers in their helmets, their faces dark and cloudy,
There never was a sadder sight than passed before me then. CHORUS

No sound there came. No jingle from the bridle.
No sound from the armour or the weapons that they wore.
Only their voices lifted up in singing,
Disturbed the morning silence as they marched across the moor. CHORUS TWICE

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