What was my arm worth
When they took it away
And the spirit had rush upset (And the spirited Russia said)
On (Of) armistice day
Where did they put it, bella
Where and which way
Did it start the mad charge (at me)
(That the) enemy made
Or is it with my brother
Is it with my brother
In a meaningless grave
*Tell me where
*Tell me where do I go to find (it)

What has my arm gained
In a (the) balance of things
Are there still birds a-flying
And a brushing of wings
Or could it still be disguised (still view the skies)
Could it still be disguised (Still view the skies)
As a terrible thing
And spoiling all their singing, babe
And smashing up their wings
Wish I could go with them brother
But of all things
It's only a stub of the original thing
That was there when I signed and then saluted my king
repeat*