Done with Bonaparte

Lyrics
[Verse 1] We've paid in hell since Moscow burned As Cossacks tear us piece by piece Our dead are strewn a hundred leagues Though death would be a sweet release And our grande armée is dressed in rags A frozen, starving, beggar band Like rats we steal each other's scraps Fall to fighting hand to hand [Chorus] Save my soul from evil, Lord And heal this soldier's heart I'll trust in thee to keep me, Lord I'm done with Bonaparte [Verse 2] What dreams he made for us to dream Spanish skies, Egyptian sands The world was ours, we marched upon Our little Corporal's command And I lost an eye at Austerlitz The sabre slash yet gives me pain My one true love awaits me still The flower of the Aquitaine [Chorus] Save my soul from evil, Lord And heal this soldier's heart I'll trust in thee to keep me, Lord I'm done with Bonaparte [Verse 3] I pray for her who prays for me A safe return to my belle France We prayed these wars would end all wars In war, we know, is no romance And I pray our child will never see A little Corporal again Point toward a foreign shore Captivate the hearts of men [Chorus] Save my soul from evil, Lord And heal this soldier's heart I'll trust in thee to keep me, Lord I'm done with Bonaparte
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Credits
- Writers
- Mark Knopfler