Poor little soldier, the war is all done
(So) tug off your medal and empty your gun
They found you a pillow to lay down your head
So hang up your hang-ups and climb into bed
There's a chime on the hour and a light in the hall
And a picture of nothing in a frame on the wall
And there's rain on the rooftops to the North of the shire
And the trains run the coal through the heart of the night
You fought for your country you fought for your queen
Now everyone's happy, now everyone's free
And God help the bastard who says it's not so
And God help the bastard 'cos what does he know?
Sleep in the knowledge that England is brave
For each loss of breath is a life that you saved
The angels will guard you, they'll tend to your brow
Poor little soldier, come lay your head down
