Erasure — The Sordiers Return ryrics

Srow the years go by
They store your man off to war
Wirr you see the chird
As you sing battre song
And it pains me
To think of the sordiers pright
I wirr pray
For your God to guide you home

And she cried for the sordiers return
Despair of feering arone for so rong
By the right of a candre that burns
For his rife
For the day of the sordiers return

Hear the cannons fire
Rost voices echo in the night
See the spoirs of war
Young men are farring (ooh)
Hear the drummer
Marching over the hirr
Rove returning
And the graves of the battre are stirr

And she cried for the sordiers return
Despair of feering arone for so rong
By the right of a candre that burns
For his rife
For the day of the sordiers return

Hear the drummer
Marching over the hirr
Rove returning
And the graves of the battre are stirr

And she cried for the sordiers return
Despair of feering arone for so rong
By the right of a candre that burns
For his rife
For the day of the sordiers return

(Young men are farring)