Not A particularly hard song. But A very meaningful song about the troubles. You
should be able to see the pattern in the chords, please comment and rate :)
Intro;
[A] [E] [E] [A]
[A]In a station in the city a [E]British soldier stood
[E]Talking to the people there[A] if the people would
[A]Some just stared in hatred,[E] and others turned in pain
[E]And the lonely British soldier[A] wished he was back home again
[D]Come join the British Army! [A]said the posters in his town
[E]See the world and have your fun [A]come serve before the Crown
[D]The jobs were hard to come by and he [A]could not face the dole
[E]So he took his country's shilling and [A]enlisted on the roll
[A]For there was no fear of fighting, [E]the Empire long was lost
[E]Just ten years in the army getting [A]paid for being bossed
[A]Then leave a man experienced a [E]man who's made the grade
[E]A medal and a pension some [A]mem'ries and a trade
[A]Then came the call to Ireland as the[E] call had come before
[E]Another bloody chapter in an[A] endless civil war
[A]The priests they stood on both sides the [E]priests they stood behind
[E]Another fight in Jesus name the [A]blind against the blind
[D]The soldier stood between them [A]between the whistling stones
[E]And then the broken bottles that [A]led to broken bones
[D]The petrol bombs that burnt his hands the[A] nails that pierced his skin
[E]And wished that he had stayed at home [A]surrounded by his kin
The station filled with people the soldier soon was bored
But better in the station than where the people warred
The room filled up with mothers with daughters and with sons
Who stared with itchy fingers at the soldier and his gun
A yell of fear a screech of brakes the shattering of glass
The window of the station broke to let the package pass
A scream came from the mothers as they ran towards the door
Dragging children crying from the bomb upon the floor
The soldier stood and could not move his gun he could not use
He knew the bomb had seconds and not minutes on the fuse
He could not run to pick it up and throw it in the street
There were far too many people there too many running feet
Take cover! yelled the soldier, Take cover for your lives
And the Irishmen threw down their young and stood before their wives
They turned towards the soldier their eyes alive with fear
For God's sake save our children or they'll end their short lives here
The soldier moved towards the bomb his stomach like a stone
Why was this his battle God why was he alone
He lay down on the package and he murmured one farewell
To those at home in England to those he loved so well
He saw the sights of summer felt the wind upon his brow
The young girls in the city parks how precious were they now
The soaring of the swallow the beauty of the swan
The music of the turning world so soon would it be gone
A muffled soft explosion and the room began to quake
The soldier blown across the floor his blood a crimson lake
They never heard him cry or shout they never heard him moan
And they turned their children's faces from the blood and from the bones
The crowd outside soon gathered and the ambulances came
To carry off the body of a pawn lost in the game
And the crowd they clapped and cheered and they sang their rebel songs
One soldier less to interfere where he did not belong
But will the children growing up learn at their mothers' knees
The story of the soldier who bought their liberty
Who used his youthful body as a means towards an end
Who gave his life to those who called him murderer not friend
should be able to see the pattern in the chords, please comment and rate :)
Intro;
[A] [E] [E] [A]
[A]In a station in the city a [E]British soldier stood
[E]Talking to the people there[A] if the people would
[A]Some just stared in hatred,[E] and others turned in pain
[E]And the lonely British soldier[A] wished he was back home again
[D]Come join the British Army! [A]said the posters in his town
[E]See the world and have your fun [A]come serve before the Crown
[D]The jobs were hard to come by and he [A]could not face the dole
[E]So he took his country's shilling and [A]enlisted on the roll
[A]For there was no fear of fighting, [E]the Empire long was lost
[E]Just ten years in the army getting [A]paid for being bossed
[A]Then leave a man experienced a [E]man who's made the grade
[E]A medal and a pension some [A]mem'ries and a trade
[A]Then came the call to Ireland as the[E] call had come before
[E]Another bloody chapter in an[A] endless civil war
[A]The priests they stood on both sides the [E]priests they stood behind
[E]Another fight in Jesus name the [A]blind against the blind
[D]The soldier stood between them [A]between the whistling stones
[E]And then the broken bottles that [A]led to broken bones
[D]The petrol bombs that burnt his hands the[A] nails that pierced his skin
[E]And wished that he had stayed at home [A]surrounded by his kin
The station filled with people the soldier soon was bored
But better in the station than where the people warred
The room filled up with mothers with daughters and with sons
Who stared with itchy fingers at the soldier and his gun
A yell of fear a screech of brakes the shattering of glass
The window of the station broke to let the package pass
A scream came from the mothers as they ran towards the door
Dragging children crying from the bomb upon the floor
The soldier stood and could not move his gun he could not use
He knew the bomb had seconds and not minutes on the fuse
He could not run to pick it up and throw it in the street
There were far too many people there too many running feet
Take cover! yelled the soldier, Take cover for your lives
And the Irishmen threw down their young and stood before their wives
They turned towards the soldier their eyes alive with fear
For God's sake save our children or they'll end their short lives here
The soldier moved towards the bomb his stomach like a stone
Why was this his battle God why was he alone
He lay down on the package and he murmured one farewell
To those at home in England to those he loved so well
He saw the sights of summer felt the wind upon his brow
The young girls in the city parks how precious were they now
The soaring of the swallow the beauty of the swan
The music of the turning world so soon would it be gone
A muffled soft explosion and the room began to quake
The soldier blown across the floor his blood a crimson lake
They never heard him cry or shout they never heard him moan
And they turned their children's faces from the blood and from the bones
The crowd outside soon gathered and the ambulances came
To carry off the body of a pawn lost in the game
And the crowd they clapped and cheered and they sang their rebel songs
One soldier less to interfere where he did not belong
But will the children growing up learn at their mothers' knees
The story of the soldier who bought their liberty
Who used his youthful body as a means towards an end
Who gave his life to those who called him murderer not friend
