Our little army boy

Is coming home from B.F.P.O.
I've a bunch of purple flowers
To decorate to mammy's hero


Mourning in the aerodrome
The weather warmer, he is colder
Four men in uniform
To carry home my little soldier


But he didn't have the money for a guitar
What could he do


Should have been a politician
But he never had a proper education
What could he do
Should have been a father
But he never even made it to his twenties
What a waste
Army dreamers
Ooh, what a waste of
Army dreamers


Tears o'er a tin box
Oh, Jesus Christ, he wasn't to know
Like a chicken with a fox
He couldn't win the war with ego


Give the kid the pick of pips
And give him all your stripes and ribbons
Now he's sitting in his hole
He might as well have buttons and bows


But he didn't have the money for a guitar
But he never had a proper education
But he never even made it to his twenties

What a waste
Army dreamers
Ooh, what a waste of
Army dreamers
Ooh, what a waste of all that
Army dreamers

`kate Bush "Army dreamers"

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