(originally by Raymond Froggatt)
Rachel's coming home
Rachel's coming home
And I don't think she'll go away again
Rachel's seen the light
The world's too big to fight
Ad I don't think she'll go away again
Gather round Mum's knee
To read this week's letter
And wonder what will be
We hope the news is better
Men here die like flies Mum
I bandage their blinded eyes Mum
And the kids with their aching feet they've got nothing to eat Mum
The hospital has no door Dad
Soldiers lie on the floor Dad
I did my best - but I can't take anymore Dad
