A sweetheart brave and true.
His hair was dark and curly,
His loving eyes were blue.
He told me that he loved me,
And he often proved it so.
And he often came to see me,
When the ev'ning sun was low.
But fate took him away
To this awful German war,
And when he came to say goodbye,
My heart did overflow.
He says, "Goodbye, little darling,
To France I must go."
He takes the golden finger ring
and he placed it on my hand,
Said, "Remember me, little darling,
When I'm in no man's land.
He promised he would write to me,
That promise he's kept true.
And when I read this letter, friend,
I pray the war is through.
The second letter I got from him,
The war was just ahead.
The third one, wrote by his captain,
My darling dear was dead.
I'll keep all of his letters,
I'll keep his gold ring, too.
And I'll always live a single life
For the soldier who was so true.
Contributed by Riccardo Venturi - 2005/10/19 - 16:57
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