Happed in Mist

Lyrics

Happed in mist these twenty-five eventful years seem to me now And in all but one, a friendly gaze, a ghost of gladness by my side With horse and plough, I marched with pride of the purest kind Then a blink of light and it's Flanders field and the end of time Through the flash and cannon's roar, I saw my Christine's smiling eyes And with no more thought of blood or shell, I made my way to hold her near But truth and honor's henchmen found me leaving here And a madman's rave and a coward's grave for the volunteer But in his eyes flew snipe and curlew, and his nose blew moistened air In his mind, the wood the king stole, that robbed the land and laid it bare And in his heart his lover's memory, singing on their wedding night Where once the parks flowed thick with corn, that sullen tune is with him now Happed in mist, the king's own rifles, ready, aim The flowers of the forest are a' we'ed awa'