But there's always another with the same funny bow
Old world glory old world fame
They die in the trenches and they die in the air
Who needs one night's cheap ecstasy
They die so so fast there's no time to prepare
In Belguim and France the dead are everywhere
Tonight the war is over
He greets me with a courtly bow
Qui-a pius es
A decent grave to surround them
He wakes with the shakes and he drinks from his flask
And there's nothing, nothing that can save him now
How can I deny him?
We make love too hard too fast
I do my best to please him
Of the look of death and the ghastly stench
Let's not talk of how or why
And who am I to deny them
The old worlds gone gone up in flames
Qui-a pius es
Aeternum qui-api-us es
He speaks to me in schoolboy French
Requiem aeternaum dona e-is Domine
But tonight the war is over
He falls asleep his face a mask
Let us dance beneath the moon
Domine cum sanctic tu-is in aeternum
Oh I'd pray for him but I've forgotten how
He drinks too much and he laughs too loud
Requiem aeternaum dona e-is Domine
Et lux perpetua luce-at- e-is Cum sancris tu-is in
Of a soldier's life inside a trench
And nothing lasts forever
Playfully I tease him
I'll sing to you, "Claire de Lune'
Hold me neath the Paris skies
And a woman's arms to hide him
And hides his pain by acting proud
Two roses sadly out of place
But tonight the war is over
Qui-a pius es
Lux aeterna, Luce-at e-is
Nothing will ever be the same
The morning always comes too soon
I put my arms around him
Tomorrow's soon enough to die
Like the gallant smile on his haggard face
He puts two roses in a vase
