[F]They disembarked in 45, [Bb]And no-one spoke and no-one smiled [C]There were to many spaces in the li[F]ne. Gathered at the cenotaph [Bb]All agreed with the hand on heart, [C]To sheath the sacrificial knive[F]s. But now she [F]stands upon Southampton dock With her [Bb]handkerchief And her summer frock [C]clings To her wet body in the rai[F]n. In quiet desperation knuckles [Bb]White upon the slippery reins She [C]bravely waves the boys goodbye aga[F]in. Mm__[Bb]____. [Bbm] [F] [Bb]And still the dark stain spreads between His [F]shoulder blades. [Bb]A mute reminder of the [F]poppy fields and graves.[F7][Gm7] [F7]And [Bb]when the fight was [C]over[Dm7][C7/E] We [F]spent what [Am7]they had [Dm]made. But [Gm7]in the bottom of our hearts We felt the final [F]cut.