I’ve done a thousand dreadful things
Just as one might kill a fly
But there is nothing that grieves me so
But that I cannot do ten thousand more
Anyway, as I lay dying
In the dappled lee of a linden tree
The wind commenced its groping
Of the heart-shaped leaves and they all turned to me
And they said “Brother, though you are dying
Do you not crave the blood of one more paisano?”
And my heart commenced its beating
As I raised up my flag for a last pump and flow
I, unrepentant soldier
With my dagger in my fist
Hell punish me for every shot I missed
Look now, over my carcass
Stands a lost little boy from the town down the stream
With a bucket and two wide lidless eyes
And a place in his heart that was dead from the start
And he bends and tilts his bucket
To receive as I fade the bouquet of my veins
And it’s done, the wheel is turning
It’s the same old refrain and it will come again
Oh, how the wind was howling
In the bright indifferent sky
There will be another face in Hell tonight
I, unrepentant soldier
Lie a-mouldering in the grave
But my soul is marching on
Let it flow, let it flow, let it flow, let it flow
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