King and Country

Folding hills and a silver lane,

A weeping maid, an evening in the rain,

Roses ramble and the trees hang low,

We sit and drink to all good friends we

know.

`Tis I my love who'll leave in June,

For twenty five days no more.

Now mark that spot from whence I came

It's for king and country I`ll come back

again.

The first season passed without news.

Two weeks gone and still no autumn

tune.

The leaves they weep for the loss of their

spring,

The dimming days they serve no better

king.

`Tis I my love who fought for you.

For twenty five weeks no more.

Now mark that spot from whence I came

It's for king and country I`ll come back

again.

The wind blew in a few small drops of

rain.

She followed them `til her tears ran down

again.

I`ll do as much as any young man may.

Please don`t sit and mourn I`ll come

back rich and brave.

`Tis I my love who fell for you,

After twenty five months no more.

Now mark that spot from whence I came

It's for king and country I`ll come back

again.

I'll come back to you on the longest day.

I'll come back to you when I'm rich and

brave.

I'll come back to you.

Out of the doorway her hands upon her

head,

The weeping maid, her love was lost or

dead.

Her longest day had only just begun.

She cursed the man who favoured for

the gun.

`Tis I my love who fell for you.

For twenty five years or more

Now mark that spot from whence we

came

It's for king and country I`ll come back

again.

I'll come back to you on the longest day.

I'll come back to you when I'm rich and

brave.

I'll come back to you on the longest day.

I'll come back to you