One More Campaign

Well, I thought I knew every trick of love Even told the world I was sick of love But you stood a march on my best defenses Like James Wolfe's asault on Quebec As a sailor who's turned his back on the seas I was steeled not to heed the caress of the breeze But you fired a shot right across my bows And like Admiral Nelson I'm down on the deck So it's one more campaign, boys, for this old soldier in the field of love Though I promised my heart to ignore the appeal of the clash of swords, and the ring of steel Yet it stirs for the fight, for at least it's real, for this Old soldier of love O-oh I was a fortress, at least so I thought To withstand all attacks I had done all I ought But your siege demanded surrender complete For if you were King Henry then I was Boleyn So no matter the battle that's built on my heart The terms of engagement were clear from the start And I knew that the kind of elation that it was A choice between staying or running away So it's one more campaign, boys, for this old soldier in the field of love And though now the wounds take longer to heal, From a surfeit of peace, I could die at piecemeal And I stir for the fight, for at least it's real for this Old soldier of love Love's a friend and an enemy, make no mistake, Love's a general for whom your home you'll forsake Loves a tartar who (?)harry you run you to wealth(?) Love's a trator embraced without any quarrels So I stand here quite vanquished, my world at your feet, As I savour the taste of this sweetest defeat Shall we fight to the death, locked in combat forever Or battle together, companions at arms So it's one more campaign, boys, for this old soldier in the field of love Now my standard and my penant I proudly reveal At the alter of Eros I've chosen to kneel, And I stir for the fight, for at least it's real, for this Old soldier of love Yes, we stir for the fight, for at least it's real, for these Old soldiers of love.