Colin F. Jones

A ROUND OF APPLAUSE

On a far battle field a soldier lay dead,
While his widow and parents lay down their sweet heads
The children were laughing as the church quire sang,
And the bells in the tower for this poor soldier rang

The tears drops were falling when they brought him back home
In a bag made for bodies with bomb shattered bone
He was one of a thousand that came home that day,
All who had suffered but had nothing to say

Give a round of applause for the brave man in green
Who lost what he was when he heard his first scream
Give a round of applause for the soldier whose not,
Standing and watching the one who was shot

The tears drops were falling when they brought him back home
In a bag made for bodies with bomb shattered bone
He was one of a thousand to come home that day,
All who had suffered but had nothing to say

Give a round of applause for the brave man in green
Who lost what he was when he heard his first scream
Give a round of applause for the soldier whose not,
Standing and watching the one who was shot

Author’s Note: From My Song Book