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Epitaph for a Lost Friend

from Epitaph for a lost friend by Chris Pitts

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I heard a newborn baby cry,
I watched an old campaigner die,
I asked myself why, why, why, I can’t get an answer,
When the last man has laid down his gun,
When my last serenade has come,
When the last game has run,
Into His glory day

I want ancient wings,
I want ancient strings, why?
Because nobody wants to die
Leave youth young glory day

Hiroshima’s atom bomb
Child tin soldiers of the Somme
Who knows where they have gone
I can’t get an answer
The chimneys’ heat the cruel master
The burned young feet heart beating faster
No rhyme or reason just complete disaster
In the human circus crimes

Chorus

The sirens of the crooked mile
Wail through my past I see and old friend smile
What were we there on that sundial
I can't get an answer
What ancient hand controls the night
If there’s a hope beyond my sight
Shine shine, shine, your light
On one who knows the game of sin

Chorus

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from Epitaph for a lost friend, released February 1, 2020

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Milborn House Colchester, UK

Chris Pitts writes in the tradition of English landscape poets. He uses the medium of ‘Symphonic folk’ to give a sense of Pathos to his work.
Although a lot of his work is melancholy it is by no means all like that, the thumping fervour of Arnold Plum tells us that he can be tongue in cheek even when the lyric is serious.

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