Lyrics Soldiers Hands - Amandine
Trouble's
brewing
in
the
ranks
Broken
(knot?)
on
every
flag
And
all
the
soldiers'
hands
were
red
From
all
the
tears
and
blood
that's
shed
And
in
the
morning
when
the
reveille
Pulls
us
from
more
sleep
Puts
a
fracture
in
the
reverie
And
kills
our
quiet
dreams
Widow
waits
(_____________?)
A
solemn
look
upon
her
face
Time
is
lost
in
love
and
war
Remember
what
you're
waiting
for
Then
the
morning
when
the
enemy
Fire
among
the
(_____?)
Sounds
like
voices
in
analogy
(_____________?)
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