The Soldier

Lyrics

If I should die, think only this of me: That there's some corner of a foreign field That is for ever England. There shall be In that rich earth a richer dust concealed; A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam A body of England's, breathing English air Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home And think, this heart, all evil shed away A pulse in the eternal mind, no less Gives somеwhere back the thoughts by England givеn; Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day; And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness In hearts at peace, under an English heaven