Текст песни Reflections - Beau

My life advances, youth to age
To elder sage, and to despise
The children sitting at my feet
Who nod their heads and patronise
And listen to my tales of life
That they were taught in school

The vision of an older man
Long since began to hinder me
As through the fog of failing sight
I stumbled; and then suddenly!
A lens to aid my ageing eyes
And again, I'm twenty-one

The bloody river's running strong
The River Somme, the glory bought
By sacrificing hopeful lives
The cannon fodder. Sharp and short
Was death upon the poppy fields
That ever after grew

And I shouted, "Stop the pounding guns
The river runs, and I am dead!"
But Haig commanded, "Battle on!"
And with bullets whistling round my head
At the age of only twenty-one
I also cried for peace

At the age of only twenty-one
I also cried for peace