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Barbara Dickson Soldiers

true that the beast is waking Stirring in his restless sleep tonight In the pale moonlight In the grip of this cold December You and I have reason to remember Soldiers write the songs that Soldiers

What did the wife of the soldier get From the ancient city of Prague? From Prague she got the linen shirt It matched her skirt did the linen shirt That

Don't love the mountains Don't love the sea Don't love Jesus He ain't never done a thing for me I ain't pretty like my sister Or smart like my dad Or