Pro Patria Suite: I. Back Along (We Were Young) / II. All for Each Other / III. Home is Where the Heart Was Ever

It was a fine summer

Nightingales still sung

Young girls making daisy chains

Back when we were young

Kissing her for the first time

Finding her tongue

Brushing her chest by accident

Back when we were young

Meeting her brother Billy

All highly strung

Sensitive, rather quiet

Back when we were young

Making hay by day

Making love by night

Watching as the storm clouds gather

Then war broke out

Lads had no doubt

Billy was right, whatever

All stood in line

What's yours is mine

One final night together

Basic training for a week

Crabbing sergeant made us speak

Hell was no place for the weak

All for each other

Christ, the battlefield was vast

No place to go to wipe your arse

Wish where nothing came to pass

All for each other

Bright burning flares

Padre said prayers

Billy broke down, whatever

Shellfire immense

Smoke red and dense

One last showdown together

Range time, river deep as mud

Shattered bones, pools of blood

We knelt together in the mud

All for each other

I'm not ashamed to say I cried

That day my lads were crucified

We fought together side by side

All for each other

Billy caught one in the eye

He took at least an hour to die

I held his hand, just him and I

All for each other

Life was never meant like this

I'd love to give my girl a kiss

The last words Billy said were

"I'll miss her"

Home is where the heart was ever

Hallowed ground where thousands lie

Buried in the fields of honour

Which every country's flag may fly

Home is where the heart was ever