Duke Special - Eilif (Song About The Soldier And His Wife) lyrics

Your gun is precise, and your bayonet's nice But the ice on the river won't hold you You'll drown in a trice if you march on the ice And lonely, cold d**h shall enfold you Thus spoke his wife as he whetted his knife Hoisting his pack, he said marching is my life For when you're marching no woman can scold you We're marching into Poland, then we're marching off to Spain With your bayonet sharpened With your sharp bayonet you've no need to explain For there's no woman who's ever controlled you When you're marching no woman When you're marching no woman can scold you Oh, bitter her tears, she was younger in years Wiser than he, so she told him March off if you must, they will all come to dust For only a coffin shall hold him Off goes her man, he will write when he can And women have wept since the world first began And how the sound of her sorrow consoled him With the moon on the shingles, I see white on the snow Goodbye to your husband So long to your husband, and then back home you'll go Where you will wait for the fate you foretold him You will wait for the fate You will wait for the fate you foretold him It isn't a joke, your life is like smoke And someday you will wish you had tarried How quickly you'll fall, oh God help us all A soldier should never get married He tumbled the dice, and he soon paid the price They gave him his orders to march on the ice And then the water rose up all around him And the water rose up and it drowned him Through Poland, through Spain, his poor wife searched in vain But he'd vanished: she never found him He was gone and his wife He was gone and his wife He was gone and his wife never found him Oh she never found him