Long years would be lost and over since the morning train,
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And the words that he called out to her,
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"I'll be back again!
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We will all be home for Christmas boys,
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It's what the General said",
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But little did they know the winds of war
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Would change the world instead;
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Oh, in this one life, there is one love,
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Through the ages to be with us evermore;
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He played his part a hero on the battlefield,
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'Til a shell burst right beside,
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And brought him to his knees,
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As the blood just flowed away,
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He turned his face up to the sky,
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And a little boy was there beside him saying,
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"Daddy, please don't die";
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Oh, in this one life, there is one love,
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Through the ages to be with us evermore;
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No-one knew how he made it through,
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And soon was on the way,
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With the wounded back to England,
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And from the early train, he stepped down,
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And in the distance saw his wife and a little boy,
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Who came up running to his arms and said,
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"My Daddy has come home";
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Oh, in this one life, there is one love,
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Through the ages to be with us evermore;
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In this one life:
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Love of a different world;
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There is one love.
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One Life, One Love
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| Chris De Burgh |
