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TO THE SOUND OF A MARCHING BAND



My mother she lifts me to see past the crowd
The streets are so full and the noise is so loud
“See, oh my pretty one, see how the soldiers come”
Forward to victory, looking so grand
To the sound of a marching band

They came to take me, they came in the night

The moon was so full and the room was so bright
“Come with us, pretty one, now that your mother’s gone”
As from the radio, torn from my hand,
Came the sound of a marching band

Bring me your lonely
Bring me your sick and blind

A dusty old gramophone, wound up by hand
Plays the sound of a marching band

He found me the night of the soldiers attack
A cold silhouette with the moon at his back
“Hello, my pretty one, we shall have so much fun!”
Childhood slipped from me like fine grains of sand
To the sound of a marching band