Nothing moved in Princes Street
Nobody there, no-one to greet you
No piercing scream, no metal clang
Just the sound of the birds, as they chattered and sang
Nothing moved, nothing should
All lay quiet in Delville Wood
In Regent Street, no shoppers there
Just a couple of silent grazing deer
In the morning light, in a wooded glade
Laying quietly upon the brave
Nothing moved, nothing should
All lay quiet in Delville Wood
A careless footprint in Rotten Row
At the sudden noise, they turn, they go
Across the gentle furrows which in the soil remain
Which belie the carnage, the suffering, the pain
Then nothing moved, nothing should
All lay quiet in Delville Wood
Nothing moved, nothing should
All lay quiet in Delville Wood
Nobody there, no-one to greet you
No piercing scream, no metal clang
Just the sound of the birds, as they chattered and sang
Nothing moved, nothing should
All lay quiet in Delville Wood
In Regent Street, no shoppers there
Just a couple of silent grazing deer
In the morning light, in a wooded glade
Laying quietly upon the brave
Nothing moved, nothing should
All lay quiet in Delville Wood
A careless footprint in Rotten Row
At the sudden noise, they turn, they go
Across the gentle furrows which in the soil remain
Which belie the carnage, the suffering, the pain
Then nothing moved, nothing should
All lay quiet in Delville Wood
Nothing moved, nothing should
All lay quiet in Delville Wood
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