Harold Land - 2003 Remaster

Harold Land with a wave of his hand
 Said goodbye to all that
 He paid his bills and stopped the milk
 Then put on his hat
 He tried to say his last farewells as quickly as he could
 Promising that he would return, but doubted that he would
 Doubted that he would
 Now he's marching soldiers in the rain
 As on to war they rode
 A long, thin line of human mind
 Damnation as their load
 In the mud, in coldness dark he'd shiver out his fear
 What disappointing sights he'd seen instead of ones so dear
 Instead of ones so dear
 (Going home) He's going home to the land he loved so well
 (Going home) He fought for two whole years, he never fell
 (Going home) He's going home
 (Going home) He's going home
 Harold Land with a wave of his hand
 Stood sadly on the stage
 Clutching red ribbons from a badge
 But he didn't look his age
 Only two years had passed between his leaving home and back
 He had lost his love and youth while leading the attack
 Leading the attack
 In conversation it could be said
 Well, after war your heart is dead
 Well, it's not hard to understand
 There is no heart in Harold Land