Southampton Dock

F
They disembarked in 45,
Bb
And no-one spoke and no-one smiled
C                              
There were to many spaces in the 
    F
line.
Gathered at the cenotaph
Bb
All agreed with the hand on heart,
C                              F
To sheath the sacrificial knives.
             F
But now, she stands upon Southampton
 dock
         Bb
With her handkerchief
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                      C
And her summer frock, clings
                          F
To her wet body in the rain.
In quiet desperation, knuckles
Bb
White upon the slippery reins
    C                              
She bravely waves the boys goodbye 
   F
again.

[Verse 2]
    Bb         Bbm   F
Mm
Bb
And still the dark stain spreads 
between
      F
their shoulder blades.
Bb                     F         
A mute reminder of the poppy 
                F7  Gm7
fields and graves.
F7  Bb                 C      
And when the fight was over
Dm7  C7/E

   F          Am7      Dm
We spent what they had made.
    Gm7
But in the bottom of our hearts
                  F
We felt the final cut.