Billy Green
By Jamie Roberts

Row on row sombre in the squalor
Wishing for the day we could see ourselves clear
Through the silent thoughts of sorrow
And the fear tomorrow brings
Praise be, here comes Billy Green

Billy shares the fears of all the others
But his face without a smile I’ve never seen
When the comrades follow suite
You can see it sure as shooting
We’d struggle here if it weren’t for Billy Green

And we know this could be the last time
To sit and contemplate
Creeping close to the morning hate
For tomorrow we go over

To the land that lies between
And if anyone, Lord, please spare Billy Green
If anyone, Lord, please spare Billy Green

He could pull a laugh from the deepest depth of sorrow
He could draw a smile on the saddest face you’ve seen
He could lift the soul and heart
Take the mind off those departed
So I pray to the Lord, don’t take Billy Green

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Row on row sombre in the squalor
And there are fewer men now than have ever been
With the silent thoughts of sorrow
We scrape by on borrowed time
And it’s times like this we could do with Billy Green
Pray tell me, Lord, why take Billy Green