Pink Floyd — Southampton Dock

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They disembarked in ’45
And no one spoke and no one smiled
There were to many spaces in the line
Gathered at the cenotaph
All agreed with the hand on heart
To sheath the sacrificial knifes

But now
She stands upon Southampton dock
With her handkerchief
And her summer frock
Clings to her wet body in the rain
In quiet desperation
Knuckles white upon the slippery reins
She bravely waves the boys goodbye again

Still the dark stain spreads between their shoulder blades
A mute reminder of the poppy fields and graves
When the fight was over
We spent what they had made
But, in the bottom of our hearts
We felt the final cut