It Was Just After Sunrise

And Down By The Sea,

Down On The Sand Flats

Where Nothing Will Grow,

Come Drumming And Footsteps

Like Out Of A Dream

Where The Golden Green Waters Come In.

Just Nine Lucky Soldiers

Had Come Through The Night,

Half Of Them Wounded

And Barely Alive.

Just Nine Out Of Twenty

Was Headed For Home

With Eleven Sad Stories To Tell.



I Remember Quite Clearly

When I Got Out Of Bed,

I Said, Oh, Good Morning

What A Beautiful Day.