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“Firing Line”

Firing Line

Words & Music By Dean Bavister

(1st Verse:)

On April's last day, we have some time.
The sun a-blazing down, so divine.
Strolling over fields of La Crèche,
Towards the firing line, I say.
Towards the firing line.

(Chorus:)

Is that where you belong?
In the sun, is this where I belong?

(2nd Verse:)

I lay down on the grass, hear cannon fire.
A military band is playing, farm-hands at work.
Many aeroplanes flying all around,
Towards the horizon, I look.
Towards the horizon.

(Chorus:)

Is that where you belong?
In the sun, is this where I belong?
The other side, is that where you have gone?
Here am I, is this where I belong?

(Bridge:)

Rather a unique situation.

(Coda:)

The next day the first of May,
The guns fell down there was no sound at all.
There was no sound at all.
The sun went down, no light or sound at all.

Words & Music By Dean Bavister
Copyright © 2012 Dean Bavister


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