Forget Them Not |
Forget me not he said to me My love so pure and true Forget me not sweet wood anemone As I take my leave of you For a soldier blue I am to be And it's off to war I go Across the wide and deep blue sea To a land I do not know Forget me not till I return And save a place for me. Oh my brave wee soldier blue I whispered in soft reply My love for you is also true It will not fade and die However long we are apart And as I bid you fair adieu I'll hold you fast within my heart And weep with pride for you Until the day that you return And I'll save a place for you. Now three long years and two have past And my loves' returned to me Not as a blue forget me not Instead, a poppy of tissue red And this he had to say; My sweet anemone, what I have done Have ripped my very soul apart I've slain with knife, I've killed with gun And returned with a wounded heart Bleeding for each mothers son As the loaded dice was cast And though the war was won The price we paid was vast So many who did not return So many lives to mourn. And you my sweet anemone Do you love me still? Is their a place for me? Oh! I cried in sweet refrain Though boy to man you've changed My love for you as always been I shall not desert you now Come rest your head upon my breast We will forget them not. |