At The End of the Day

We never feel anger, or even despair And they never know we are listening there Their words are like diesel, and lying congealed Like blood on the cross on our old battlefield Oh listen, please listen, can we have our say? At the rise of the sun and the end of the day We sacrificed nothing, gave nothing away Old Ginger stood by me, 'til he lost his eyes When the gas hovers, half of the regiment dies And Albie got frightened and started to run The coup de grâce Came from our own Captain's gun Oh listen, please listen, can we have our say? At the rise of the sun and the end of the day We sacrificed nothing, gave nothing away And some of you made it, like Willie John Moore A poor old man, there he still stands to be sure Alone with his memories, and Corporal Lee Remembering Ginger and Albie and me Oh listen, please listen, can we have our say At the rise of the sun and the end of the day We sacrificed nothing, gave nothing away Now the crosses remain where the graves have been filled But none of us ever joined up to be killed We volunteered proudly and died in our hosts Now armies of ageless battalions of ghosts Say listen, please listen, can we have our say? At the rise of the sun and the end of the day We sacrificed nothing, gave nothing away Oh listen, please listen, can we have our say? At the rise of the sun and the end of the day We sacrificed nothing, gave nothing away Gave nothing away At the end of the day