| "The Captain" | |
| Tell me Captain, why do you remain inside my door? Certainly the time has come to join the marching corps. But love and tender word, must appear absurd To a man who's trained to die, and die alone. And yet I sense a hesitation in your manner, sir Can it be the war has lost a captain to a cur? For surely I am base, with my sweet, untroubled face Never bred to lie or lie alone. Rejoice and shout, it seems the Captain wishes to remain His gun is idle, never to be used in causing pain. And sweet, caressing kiss, can never be dismissed By the Captain I have known, and known alone. In the distance I can hear the shouts of all your men They're scrambling in unordered ranks, they know not where you've been So they march without a host, each turning to a ghost But death without a captain walks alone. Yes, death without a captain walks alone. | |