What was my arm worth when they took it away
And the spirited russia said of armistice day
Where did they put it, bella
Where and which way
Did it start the mad charge that the enemy made
Or is it with my brother is it with my brother
In a meaningless grave
Tell me...where
Tell me...where do I go to find it
What has my arm gained in the balance of things
Are there still birds flying and a brushing of wings
Or should they still view the skies
Still view the skies
As a terrible thing
With spoiling all their singing, babe
And smashing up their wings
Wish I could go with them brother but of all things
It's only a stub of the original thing
That was there when I signed
And then saluted my king