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
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
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Album: Freedom Fields
King and Country by Seth Lakeman covers the futility of dying for your country and how stupid the nationalistic bravado of WW1 was.
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