The wind blows while I fade away,
Christmas is different starting today,
The gunshots of war
Rattle the floor,
The skies are grey,
Filled with decay.

The war is a mess,
None the less,
Christmas time is getting near.
I don’t have much Christmas cheer,
Why are the soldiers so merciless?
The whole of Britain is in distress.

On this Christmas evening,
The sunset is deepening,
As we come together as one.
We start to cheer with a little bit of fun,
The soldiers stop grieving,
Now nobody is screaming.

The news is on,
We really thought we’d won.
They stab us in the back.
Cut us some slack,
We sit and mourn
Until dawn