When Margaret Was Eleven 歌词

My father sailed away, the band played tunes of glory A giant man with ribbons, bedeviled dignity A regimental sergeant, the backbone of the Empire For God and righteous glory bound for High Germany Sweet Lord, I was just seven when Margaret was eleven They served us war for breakfast and soldiers' songs for tea "Your father's gone campaigning" was a way of not explaining That soldiers are the living proof of our inhumanity My childhood passed away midst the tales and lurid stories Of manufactured glories and inhuman gallantry I asked, "When is war over?", but no one deemed to answer me And Margaret played that dreaded tune called High Germany My father made it home, but he came without his reason Two eyes of molten madness, a senseless fool of war "He's just a child," my mother cried, "to be dressed in full regalia And paraded as a hero home from High Germany" There'll be no tunes of glory for Margaret and me