Husbands, sons and brothers
What's it all in aid of?
Cold and tired and hungry
WHY DON'T YOU CRY, SOLDIER CRY?
ANOTHER LETTER, YOU SHOULD KNOW BETTER
THERE WILL BE SORROW UNTIL TOMORROW
The fear and all the sadness
Salute the highest honour
And all the time your comrades
Their backs against the wall
A band of brothers fighting
WHY DON'T YOU CRY, SOLDIER CRY?
ANOTHER LETTER, YOU SHOULD KNOW BETTER
THERE WILL BE SORROW UNTIL TOMORROW
What's it all in aid of?
Cold and tired and hungry
WHY DON'T YOU CRY, SOLDIER CRY?
ANOTHER LETTER, YOU SHOULD KNOW BETTER
THERE WILL BE SORROW UNTIL TOMORROW