Southampton Dock - 2004 Digital Remaster
๐ต 635 characters
โฑ๏ธ 2:11 duration
๐ ID: 506918
๐ Lyrics
They disembarked in '45
And no one spoke and no one smiled
There were too many spaces in the line
Gathered at the cenotaph
All agreed with hand on heart
To sheath the sacrificial knives
(Thats right)
But now
She stands upon Southampton dock
With her handkerchief
And her summer frock
Clings to her wet body in the rain
In quiet desperation knuckles
White upon the slippery reins
She bravely waves the boys goodbye again
Still the dark stain spreads between
Their shoulder blades
A mute reminder of the poppy fields and graves
When the fight was over
We spent what they had made
But in the bottom of our hearts
We felt the final cut
And no one spoke and no one smiled
There were too many spaces in the line
Gathered at the cenotaph
All agreed with hand on heart
To sheath the sacrificial knives
(Thats right)
But now
She stands upon Southampton dock
With her handkerchief
And her summer frock
Clings to her wet body in the rain
In quiet desperation knuckles
White upon the slippery reins
She bravely waves the boys goodbye again
Still the dark stain spreads between
Their shoulder blades
A mute reminder of the poppy fields and graves
When the fight was over
We spent what they had made
But in the bottom of our hearts
We felt the final cut
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:02.40] They disembarked in '45
[00:07.09] And no one spoke and no one smiled
[00:11.06] There were too many spaces in the line
[00:16.50]
[00:20.04] Gathered at the cenotaph
[00:24.89] All agreed with hand on heart
[00:28.79] To sheath the sacrificial knives
[00:34.73] (Thats right)
[00:35.70] But now
[00:37.06] She stands upon Southampton dock
[00:40.79] With her handkerchief
[00:43.07] And her summer frock
[00:45.89] Clings to her wet body in the rain
[00:52.16]
[00:54.54] In quiet desperation knuckles
[00:58.30] White upon the slippery reins
[01:02.21] She bravely waves the boys goodbye again
[01:09.66]
[01:25.09] Still the dark stain spreads between
[01:29.41] Their shoulder blades
[01:32.71]
[01:36.02] A mute reminder of the poppy fields and graves
[01:47.20] When the fight was over
[01:51.93] We spent what they had made
[01:57.85] But in the bottom of our hearts
[02:02.10] We felt the final cut
[02:04.17]
[00:07.09] And no one spoke and no one smiled
[00:11.06] There were too many spaces in the line
[00:16.50]
[00:20.04] Gathered at the cenotaph
[00:24.89] All agreed with hand on heart
[00:28.79] To sheath the sacrificial knives
[00:34.73] (Thats right)
[00:35.70] But now
[00:37.06] She stands upon Southampton dock
[00:40.79] With her handkerchief
[00:43.07] And her summer frock
[00:45.89] Clings to her wet body in the rain
[00:52.16]
[00:54.54] In quiet desperation knuckles
[00:58.30] White upon the slippery reins
[01:02.21] She bravely waves the boys goodbye again
[01:09.66]
[01:25.09] Still the dark stain spreads between
[01:29.41] Their shoulder blades
[01:32.71]
[01:36.02] A mute reminder of the poppy fields and graves
[01:47.20] When the fight was over
[01:51.93] We spent what they had made
[01:57.85] But in the bottom of our hearts
[02:02.10] We felt the final cut
[02:04.17]