Lyrics

It's so cold here sweetheart, the coldest cold I ever felt,
It seeps into my bones and this greatcoat don't help,
I smoke my last cigarette and all I can taste is death.
I write to you now in the hope I can find,
Some brief respite from all this fear inside,
I want to hide in your love but my hands they shake all the time.

But the cry goes up- it's all down the line
Here comes the Hun, lets give 'em a fight
One last push lads, and with God on our side,
It'll be home to our sweethearts, and home to our wives.
So for King, Country and sweet Sarah- Jane,
It's over the top again.

Well they said this would be over three winters ago,
But I'm still at the front, in the sleet and the snow,
My mates are long gone and my number's been called, I know.
I never told you this, I didn't join up to be brave,
I just thought this would be a lark and I wanted to escape,
But my luck has run out- I'm so scared I'll fall any day.

But the cry goes up- it's all down the line
Here comes the Hun, lets give 'em a fight
One last push lads, and with God on our side,
It'll be home to our sweethearts, and home to our wives.
So for King, Country and sweet Sarah- Jane,
It's over the top again.

"Dear Sarah, I'm so afraid,
I'm scared this trench will be my grave,
But most of all, I'm so afraid,
I'll never see your sweet face again.
So I'll fight with courage, with head held high,
With fear in my heart, but steel in my eye,
And I promise you this, I'll keep safe from harm,
Until I return again to your arms."

Now the cry goes up- it's all down the line
Here comes the Hun, lets give 'em a fight
One last push lads, and with God on our side,
It'll be home to our sweethearts, and home to our wives.
So for King, Country and sweet Sarah- Jane,
It's over the top again.
For King, Country and sweet Sarah- Jane,
It's over the top again.
For King, Country and sweet Sarah- Jane,
I will come back to Melbourne again.