My father can hang the medals on the wall Fought for the flag and the last bugle call It hurts when I laugh, Sir Im numb with the cold Make me a hero Before I grow old The old cherry pickers We sharpen our spears Into the valley and so it appears The general said so The one that you know And Im telling you darling And I got to go Wait for me mama Please wait for me Im going ahunting to win victory And maybe tomorrow well dampen the dew The angels of mercy will bring me to you The tall dripper? danced in the old village hall The citizens laughed at the face on the wall The living was easy But dying was tough So bring in the basket We cant get enough Bring in the fruit from the tree in the green Show them the places that theyve never seen More than a pleasure, better by far And Im telling you darling Wherever you are Wait for me mama Please wait for me Im going ahunting to win victory But maybe tomorrow youll dampen the dew The angels of mercy will bring me to you
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