Lyrics:
Sound the bugle now.
Play it just for me.
As the seasons change,
Remember how i used to be.
Now i can't go on;
I can't even start.
I've got nothing
cnd he knows your jockey too
cnd First Call's blaring on the bugles again
He's clutching his bet slip and hoping its payin'
When was
Beat! beat! drums! blow! bugles! blow!
Through the windows through doors burst like a ruthless force,
Into the solemn church, and scatter
don't want to live in a barracks
And wake up to the bugle tune
I'd just like to live in a tree hut
Yes, I'd like to live in a tree hut
Yes, I'd
You won't see any big parade
There won't be any bugle played
Sad to say no war today
'Cause the general's fast asleep
Soldiers bold in a mighty
before dishonour
Through ignorance and fear
Once a year we will bow our heads
A two minute silence for the military dead
Bugles blow and wreaths are lain
And with one foot on the seashore and the other in the sand
I will stand here plaiting daisies whilst you play the piano-grand
Caprice, your bugle blew away
Rise up shining
Silver lining
Morning the bugle call
And the longer the dreams, the better it seems
Dreams at their best
Will find some little
fire o'er you as they lowered you down?
Did the bugle play the last post and chorus?
Did the pipes play the "flowers o' the forest"?
Well the sun it
a machine gun
I wore your bugle in my belt
And I was your kid glove lover
All the cards were yours you always dealt
And I stood before your soapbox
Noiseless
me feel you shake
In fear they find mistake
Silence the song with bugles that play
You need to hear the call
They're wishing you to fall
Don't let
brave
And they laid him sad and lonely within his nameless grave
No more the bugle calls the weary one,
Rest, noble spirit,
In thy grave unknown! I'll
And there must have been a hundred of 'em beatin' on the drum
They stepped so high and they made their bugles ring
We stood behind our cotton bales
Oh hark! the drums do beat, my love, no longer can we stay.
The bugle-horns are sounding clear, and we must march away.
We're ordered down
The earthly power sucks shadowed milk
From sleepy tears undone
From nippled skin as smooth as silk
The bugles blow as one
You lie there with your eyes half
And there must have been a hundred of 'em beatin' on the drum
They stepped so high and they made their bugles ring
We stood behind our cotton bales
runnin' from sin
Run little pony, run like the crazy wind
Play your bugle, boy, play it fast and hard
Play your bugle, boy, play it fast and hard
Here
drum lead the big parade
All on a Mardi Gras Day
All you could hear the people say was ooo bah lea
Say tu wey pocky wey
The bugle came down
was a lost cause all along
But when we heard the bugles call
We swore we'd stand or fall together right or wrong
We ain't seen no reconstruction
the British come
and there musta' been a hundred of 'em beating on the drum.
They stepped so high and they made their bugles ring
We stood beside our
by the sounds before the sun
I knew the night had gone
The morning breeze like a bugle blew
Against the drum of dawn
Lay down your weary tune,
Oh I love the US of A,
Marching toward the new glorious day!
Sound the bugles, and hear us say:
""Freedom fighters, bombs away!""
Liberty that knows
Why all these bugles cry
These squads of young men drill
To kill and to be killed
Stood waiting by the train
Why the orders loud and hoarse
Where's that boy with the bugle?
My little love was always my big romance
Where's that boy with the bugle?
And why did I ever buy him those damn
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