What will you do when the war is over, tender comrade
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When we lay down our weary guns
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When we return home to our wives and families
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And look into the eyes of our sons
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What will you say of the bond we had, tender comrade
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Will you say that we were brave
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As the shells fell all around us
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Or that we wept and cried for our mothers
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And cursed our fathers
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For forgetting that all men are brothers
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Will you say that we were heroes
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Or that fear of dying among strangers
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Tore our innocence and false shame away
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And from that moment on deep in my heart I knew
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That I would only give my life for love
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Brothers in arms in each other arms
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Was the only time that I was not afraid
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What will you do when the war is over, tender comrade
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When we cast off these khaki clothes
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And go our separate ways
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What will you say of the bond we had
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Tender comrade
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Tender Comrade
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| Billy Bragg |
