The Regiment (c) Terry Mechan
I told my Daddy that I can’t stay here no more
I’ve got to go away and fight a distant war
He told me “Son you know, you’ve got to do what’s right”
That’s why I camp beneath these foreign stars tonight
The winds of winter blow across the darkened plain
I hear my daddy’s voice come drifting by again
‘Come back to your family and the town where you were born’
I turn my collar up and wait the rising morn
Up and down the forward line are twenty men like me
Each one waiting for the hour of death or victory
Beside each shivering lad, a ghost from yesteryear
Shimmers in his uniform and whispers “Don’t stay here”
The signal stands and I’ve got to cross that ground
Bullets spit at Kevlar hearts, red mist smothers sound
Daddy tell my waiting mates I’ll soldier here no more
I’ve just joined the regiment that never goes to war
I told my Daddy that “I can’t stay here no more”
I’ve got to go away and fight a distant war
He told me “Son you know you’ve got to do what’s right”
That’s why I lay beneath these foreign stars tonight