Soldier Songtext

von Harriet

They know they won't get back
Before it starts to rain
The Paris sky had cracked
There was no one awake

That day the war was won
The States had called him home
He'd get to meet his son
But the mother was not the one he loved

And you
You're not in most memories
And you
You're not in my fantasy
But you
You're standing beside me now
Hey you
Babe you're alright with me
You're alright with me

He sold American cars
But had peculiar taste in movies
Nothing could beat Renoir
Which was odd for a boy from Outer
All the other salesmen called him queer
They said "why you always gotta act better than the rest of us?
Just cos we ain't got that shit here,
Doesn't mean I don't know that
Renoir was a painter"

And you
You're not in most memories
And you
You're not in my fantasy
But you
You're standin beside me now
Hey you
Babe you're alright with me

Now in the doctor's bed
His wife is watching him turn over
She knew her thoughts weren't him
But she loved him just like a soldier

My little soldier
My little soldier
My little soldier
My little soldier of love

My little soldier
My little soldier
My little soldier
My little soldier of love

You're alright with...