The campfires have been lit along the river.
You wouldn't know of trouble anywhere.
Someone is playing a concertina,
Some old familiar air.
It takes me back into another lifetime,
Before we ever fought in fields of mud,
Where lives like autumn leaves are tossed and scattered,
And lost in the swirling flood.
But how a song can heal a weary heart
And bring you closer to me where I lie.
A song can heal a weary heart,
Time will end all sorrow by and by.
The moon is laying soft upon the water,
Smoke comes drifting gently from the hill.
They tell us that this war will soon be over,
Maybe in another lifetime it will.
But how a song can heal a weary heart
And bring you closer to me where I lie.
A song can heal a weary heart,
Time will end all sorrow by and by.
Time will end all sorrow by and by...