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Soldiers Dream, A
by Donovan
         Am
Oh, the drums are so mournful
    G           Am
My dear, oh, my love
                         Dm           Am
As my thoughts they are turning your way
 Dm            Am
Where are the eyes
     G           E
I beheld with my own
         Am       Dm    Am
On that long ago lazy day?

Dead are the leaves
On the stark battlefield
The stench of the flesh sickens me
I sleep soaking wet a
And the worms eat my bread
The mourning of men fills the air

Oh, green are the leaves
On the old apple tree
Those sweet perfumed blossoms of spring
Entwined in your hair
A smile in your eyes
A soft blade of grass for a ring

Oh, the drums are so mournful
My dear, oh, my love
As my thoughts they are turning your way
Where are the eyes
I beheld with my own
On that long ago lazy day?
On that long ago lazy day	
notes by Anonymous