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19 Jan 22 - 09:21 AM (#4132901) Subject: Lyr Req: The Forgotten Soldier (Rod Shearman) From: Des Gander I came rather late to Rod Shearman's songs and I can't quite make out a few words/phrases of this song from a CD I have. Here's hoping someone here has a copy of the 'Rod Shearman Songbook' (no longer available I understand) and could please check what I think I hear? Especially the third verse. The Forgotten Soldier Stark grows the first light Slow grows the dawn light The birds hardly stir in the day scarce begun A new sun is rising to light the horizon Of the last day for this mother’s son Chorus: When the poppy blooms red in November The bells ring on Armistice Day Remember that forgotten soldier And hallow the spot where he lay His crime it is proven, his actions guilt woven The sentence of death it is passed and must stand The general staff deeming, no ray of hope gleaming Eighteen years a boy and one month a man Chorus: No regiment owns him, his comrades must scorn him No rank or insignia [graves him to see?] In full martial purdah for judicial murder Alone he must stand as this life he leaves Chorus: The firing party contains scarce a hearty Each one ill at ease, standing nervous and tense The order a loud shout, the full volley rings out Eighteen short summers have come to an end Chorus: Your memory lingers as each page’s finger of history’s book that flows by and away A sad anger haunting, the thought ever taunting The Blimps and the Donkey’s are still here today Chorus: |
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20 Jan 22 - 12:45 PM (#4133050) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Forgotten Soldier (Rod Shearman) From: GUEST It's pretty much as you posted, Des: THE FORGOTTEN SOLDIER Stark glows the first light, slow grows the dawn-light The birds hardly stirring, the day scarce begun A new sun is rising, to light the horizon Of the last day, for this mother’s son Chorus: When the poppy blooms red in November The bells ring on Armistice Day Remember that forgotten soldier And hallow the spot where he lays His crime it is proven, his actions guilt woven The sentence of death is passed and must stand The general staff deeming, no ray of hope gleaming Eighteen years a boy and one month a man No regiment owns him, his comrades must scorn him No rank or insignia graces his sleeve In full martial purdah, and judicial murder, Alone he must stand as this life he leaves The firing party contains scarce a hearty, Each one ill at ease standing nervous and tense, The order a loud shout, a volley it rings out, Eighteen short summers have come to an end. Your memories linger, as each page is fingered, Of history’s years that roll by and away A sad anger haunting, the thought ever taunting, For the Blimps and the donkeys are still here today Kitty |
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20 Jan 22 - 12:46 PM (#4133051) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Forgotten Soldier (Rod Shearman) From: Herga Kitty Now with cookie restored Kitty |
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20 Jan 22 - 02:27 PM (#4133063) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Forgotten Soldier (Rod Shearman) From: GUEST Thank you Kitty!That's great - now I must book that hearing test..... Des |