Folding hills and a silver lane,
A weeping maid, an evening in the rain,
Roses ramble and the trees hang low,
We sit and drink to all good friends we know.
`Tis I my love who'll leave in June,
For twenty five days no more.
Now mark that spot from whence I came
It's for king and country I`ll come back again.
The first season passed without news.
Two weeks gone and still no autumn tune.
The leaves they weep for the loss of their spring,
The dimming days they serve no better king.
`Tis I my love who fought for you.
For twenty five weeks no more.
Now mark that spot from whence I came
It's for king and country I`ll come back again.
The wind blew in a few small drops of rain.
She followed them `til her tears ran down again.
I`ll do as much as any young man may.
Please don`t sit and mourn I`ll come back rich and brave.
`Tis I my love who fell for you,
After twenty five months no more.
Now mark that spot from whence I came
It's for king and country I`ll come back again.
I'll come back to you on the longest day.
I'll come back to you when I'm rich and brave.
I'll come back to you.
Out of the doorway her hands upon her head,
The weeping maid, her love was lost or dead.
Her longest day had only just begun.
She cursed the man who favoured for the gun.
`Tis I my love who fell for you.
For twenty five years or more
Now mark that spot from whence we came
It's for king and country I`ll come back again.
I'll come back to you on the longest day.
I'll come back to you when I'm rich and brave.
I'll come back to you on the longest day.
I'll come back to you.
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