Soldiers - James Taylor

    It was just after sunrise
    And down by the sea
    Down on the sand flats
    Where nothing will grow
    Come drumming and footsteps
    Like out of a dream
    Where the golden green waters come in

    Just nine lucky soldiers had come
    Through the night
    Half of them wounded
    And barely alive
    Just nine out of twenty was headed for home
    With eleven sad stories to tell

    I remember quite clearly when I got out of bed
    I said, oh, good morning what a beautiful day


    Marco Giunco
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