Song | The Retreat |
Artist | Elton John |
Album | Too Low For Zero |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Lyrics:Bernie Taupin Music:Elton John | |
They laid beneath the pine trees with their caps over their eyes | |
They were drunk with home and mama as they brushed away the flies | |
In an instant before the sunrise they had gunned the rebels down | |
As their flags were torn at half mast in the ruins of the town | |
There were white sails on the water for the crippled on the beach | |
There was a lack of ammunition so the cause was incomplete | |
When the bugle blew at breakfast and they knew their ships were in | |
Signs of grand assurance were carried on the wind | |
Take it home, take it low, take responsibilities | |
Came the message from the front | |
For the captains, captains quarters must retreat | |
Pack the compass, pack the tents, take the bunks | |
They just chalked it down in history but they kept their uniforms | |
They put their medals on the sideboards and they went back to their farms | |
For it was just a mere reminder that they stood beside the best | |
That God had saved the chosen few and the devil took the rest | |
On the planes above the rock face where the sculptured eagles swoop | |
There's a haunted yell for action among the spectres of his troops | |
It was silent on the coastline as the crazy angels danced | |
With the sound of retreating footfall from his military camp |
Lyrics: Bernie Taupin Music: Elton John | |
They laid beneath the pine trees with their caps over their eyes | |
They were drunk with home and mama as they brushed away the flies | |
In an instant before the sunrise they had gunned the rebels down | |
As their flags were torn at half mast in the ruins of the town | |
There were white sails on the water for the crippled on the beach | |
There was a lack of ammunition so the cause was incomplete | |
When the bugle blew at breakfast and they knew their ships were in | |
Signs of grand assurance were carried on the wind | |
Take it home, take it low, take responsibilities | |
Came the message from the front | |
For the captains, captains quarters must retreat | |
Pack the compass, pack the tents, take the bunks | |
They just chalked it down in history but they kept their uniforms | |
They put their medals on the sideboards and they went back to their farms | |
For it was just a mere reminder that they stood beside the best | |
That God had saved the chosen few and the devil took the rest | |
On the planes above the rock face where the sculptured eagles swoop | |
There' s a haunted yell for action among the spectres of his troops | |
It was silent on the coastline as the crazy angels danced | |
With the sound of retreating footfall from his military camp |
Lyrics: Bernie Taupin Music: Elton John | |
They laid beneath the pine trees with their caps over their eyes | |
They were drunk with home and mama as they brushed away the flies | |
In an instant before the sunrise they had gunned the rebels down | |
As their flags were torn at half mast in the ruins of the town | |
There were white sails on the water for the crippled on the beach | |
There was a lack of ammunition so the cause was incomplete | |
When the bugle blew at breakfast and they knew their ships were in | |
Signs of grand assurance were carried on the wind | |
Take it home, take it low, take responsibilities | |
Came the message from the front | |
For the captains, captains quarters must retreat | |
Pack the compass, pack the tents, take the bunks | |
They just chalked it down in history but they kept their uniforms | |
They put their medals on the sideboards and they went back to their farms | |
For it was just a mere reminder that they stood beside the best | |
That God had saved the chosen few and the devil took the rest | |
On the planes above the rock face where the sculptured eagles swoop | |
There' s a haunted yell for action among the spectres of his troops | |
It was silent on the coastline as the crazy angels danced | |
With the sound of retreating footfall from his military camp |