FROM HOME
Cambridge
HERE there is peace and easy living,
And a warm fire when the rain is driving,
There is no sound of strong men striving,
Here where the quiet waters flow,
But I am hearing the bullets ringing,
Hearing the great shells onward winging,
The dead men’s voices are singing, singing,
And I must rise and go.
And a warm fire when the rain is driving,
There is no sound of strong men striving,
Here where the quiet waters flow,
But I am hearing the bullets ringing,
Hearing the great shells onward winging,
The dead men’s voices are singing, singing,
And I must rise and go.
Here there is ease and comfort for me,
A warm soft bed and a good roof o’er me—
Here may be there is fame before me,
Honour and fame for all I know,
But I am seeing the thick rain falling,
Seeing the tired patrols out crawling,
The dead men’s voices are calling, calling,
And I must rise and go.
A warm soft bed and a good roof o’er me—
Here may be there is fame before me,
Honour and fame for all I know,
But I am seeing the thick rain falling,
Seeing the tired patrols out crawling,
The dead men’s voices are calling, calling,
And I must rise and go.
