| Hello darling, this is the army,
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| I’ve just got the time to write,
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| Today we attack, there’s no turning back,
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| The boys they’re all ready for the fight.
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| Yes, I’m well but this place is like hell,
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| They call it Passchendaele,
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| In nineteen seventeen the war must be ending,
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| The General said this attack will not fail;
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| So I’m writing down this simple little melody
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| When you play it my love, think for me…
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| We’ll be together in this song for you,
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| And it goes La la la … sing it darling … La la la…
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| They got old Bill and the Sergeant is still out there
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| Wounded in some shellhole,
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| They say this war will end all wars,
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| Oh God I really hope it will,
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| Oh how’s old England, are they still singing
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| Those songs that we loved to sing,
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| When all this is over, we’ll go sailing in Dover,
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| Catching fish like we used to with a string,
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| Oh I miss you, I miss you, I miss you,
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| If they get me my love you will know…
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| We’ll always be together in this song for you…
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| And it goes La la la … I have to go now…
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| Take care of yourself my love. |