It’s Always The Women Who Mourn

Words by Dave Boulton, music by Jeff Parton
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I remember the telegram, father in tears, we’d lost Albert at El Alemaine
Mum didn’t cry but I don’t think that I can remember her smiling again
There were thousands of sons sacrificed to the guns, thousands who died all alone
But fifty years on she still talks of her son as if any day now he’ll be home

It’s always the women who mourn in the cold lonely hours before dawn
Crying for sons lost in battle or babes that will never be born
From Dunkirk to Saigon or the far Lebanon
Where a young soldier dies in the dawn
It’s always the mothers, the sisters, and lovers
It’s always the women who mourn

© 1998 His Worship and the Pig

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