Bury Me Far (from My Uniform) Songtext

von Joe Pug

I was fallen dead in battle
Must've been Tuesday, I don't know the date
I gave everything everyone asked for
But I say where I be laid

The many dead of my comrades
All look the same in this place
Won't you bury me far from my uniform
So God might remember my face

Do not bother with Congress
With the rich or with the rest
I fought their battles in this world
But I'll not fight for them in the next

Do not find me justice
Just find me a grave
And then bury me far from my uniform
So God might remember my face

Oh my mother, you'll weep and you'll crumble
Take me out of your dreams that I'm in
I can't take another what's not
I'm sick to hear what could have been

I'll not return to your table
So don't save me a place
Just bury me far from my uniform
So God might remember my face

I'm not a cause, not a Christ, not a ransom
I'm not a reason, I'm not a debate
And I swear that I'm no one's example
I'm not a number, I'm not a crusade

War is older than mankind
But it's younger than grace
Won't you bury me far from my uniform
From the iron cross medals I would've worn
From the statues that sisters and widows mourn
From the newspaper clippin's and microform
From Geneva, The Hague and Nuremberg
From the sex of this world that I'll no longer taste

Won't you bury me far from my uniform
So God might remember my face
I know God will remember my face
Merciful God, please remember my face