All men are sons, but all sons aren't men
Some are just boys or children
And the light in their eyes is just time
And time ticks away
And fleets with each night
As we decay it's not hidden from sight
And we all must pay time with our lives
They said for king and country, do as you're bid
Well, an old soldier never dies, plenty of young ones did
And history can't teach because we don't learn
We just bury our heads
And pray for the worst to happen to those in the field far away
But when all's said and done, and peeled away
We're just flesh, blood and bones, exactly the same
As we're left to decay in the field far away
They said for king and country, do as you're bid
Well, an old soldier never dies
Plenty of young ones did
They said for king country, do as you're bid
Well, an old soldier never dies
Plenty of young ones did
There's a corner somewhere
Full of poems they call home
There's a box in the earth marked by a stone
Don't you ever decor 'em, lass?
It's nothing but words
It's nothing but words
Don't you ever decor 'em, lass?
To the glorious dead
