Move toward the sound of the guns
With nervous patience
Small feet march one by one
In expectation
Oh my darling
Work with a bursting heart
Oh my darling
Pound on the breaking parts
With your setting sun
Don't be bothered by the roar
Barracks lining the shore
Our names hanging from our necks
Knee deep with hands of regret
Oh my darling
Work with a bursting heart
Oh my darling
Pound on the breaking parts
With your setting sun
Oh my darling
Work with a bursting heart
Oh my darling
Pound on the breaking parts
Oh my darling
Work with a bursting heart
Oh my darling
Pound on the breaking parts
With your setting sun