Armworth

What was my arm worth

When they took it away

And the spirit had rushed upset

Of Armistice Day?

Where did they put it, Bella

Where and which way

Did it start the mad charge

That the enemy made

Or is it with my brother

Is it with my brother

In a meaningless grave?



Tell me where...

Tell me where do I go to find it?



What has my arm gained

In the balance of things?

Are there still birds a-flying

And a brushing of wings?

Or could it still be disguised

Could it still be disguised

As a terrible thing?

We're spoiling all their singing, babe

And smashing up their wings

Wish I could go with them, brother

But of all things

It's only a stub of the original thing

That was there when I signed and then saluted my king



Where...

Tell me where do I go to find it?