After
That jazz sounds good to me!
No — I won't dance — not yet awhile at least —
I thank you, Mother, I don't feel
Like dancing, somehow, just at first.
You see it makes me think — I got to think
That better men than me —
Oh, better men than me —
You can't quite get it, Mother — never mind!
It sure is good,
To get back in a crowd like this —
To God's own girls — we used to call 'em over seas,
That pink one is some peach!
No — thank you just the same —
Not quite yet, please,
I'd rather sit and see 'em rag a bit.
The lads deserve it — sure they do.
G — — ! but we didn't know what we were up against
That night a year ago,
When we were dancing here, like this.
It all comes back to me —
Over the ship's side in the dark, we went —
That wet cold dark before the light,
And my Bud had a date with that pink peach
When he got back. Poor chap!
He lost his luck in the Argonne
It's that — seeing their faces so,
That makes me want to sit here quiet by the wall,
It's better men than me that won't come back.
I thank you, Mother, no — I'm out of luck myself.
You did not notice it, perhaps?
Nothing at all to speak of —
Only a leg left over there —
I wish 'twas more — something I could be proud of —
Now, my friend, that big chap by the door,
He lost an arm at our Château house-party, look?
It's hard on him.
He played the fiddle like a streak, before.
He's " dropped it" now he says — [ — 'twas his right arm — ]
Yes, do! Get that pink peach for him.
He dances all the newest turns.
I'll sit and watch 'em here,
He never palled with Jim — the lad I spoke of,
So, he won't be thinking what I'd have to think,
If it was me.
No, I'm not hungry, thanks.
I've kind of lost my taste for cake to-night.
Only just landed Tuesday, so it makes me queer at first,
Out of it, in a crowd like this.
It makes me think — I got ter think —
That better men than me —
God! but —
Excuse me, Mother — that slipped out.
Don't worry, I'm all right.
Go to it! That big soldier by the door —
A cigarette? Well, I don't mind —
Sure, I'm all right.
I'll light a Lucky Strike,
And watch 'em rag a bit
Till I get by.
No — I won't dance — not yet awhile at least —
I thank you, Mother, I don't feel
Like dancing, somehow, just at first.
You see it makes me think — I got to think
That better men than me —
Oh, better men than me —
You can't quite get it, Mother — never mind!
It sure is good,
To get back in a crowd like this —
To God's own girls — we used to call 'em over seas,
That pink one is some peach!
No — thank you just the same —
Not quite yet, please,
I'd rather sit and see 'em rag a bit.
The lads deserve it — sure they do.
G — — ! but we didn't know what we were up against
That night a year ago,
When we were dancing here, like this.
It all comes back to me —
Over the ship's side in the dark, we went —
That wet cold dark before the light,
And my Bud had a date with that pink peach
When he got back. Poor chap!
He lost his luck in the Argonne
It's that — seeing their faces so,
That makes me want to sit here quiet by the wall,
It's better men than me that won't come back.
I thank you, Mother, no — I'm out of luck myself.
You did not notice it, perhaps?
Nothing at all to speak of —
Only a leg left over there —
I wish 'twas more — something I could be proud of —
Now, my friend, that big chap by the door,
He lost an arm at our Château house-party, look?
It's hard on him.
He played the fiddle like a streak, before.
He's " dropped it" now he says — [ — 'twas his right arm — ]
Yes, do! Get that pink peach for him.
He dances all the newest turns.
I'll sit and watch 'em here,
He never palled with Jim — the lad I spoke of,
So, he won't be thinking what I'd have to think,
If it was me.
No, I'm not hungry, thanks.
I've kind of lost my taste for cake to-night.
Only just landed Tuesday, so it makes me queer at first,
Out of it, in a crowd like this.
It makes me think — I got ter think —
That better men than me —
God! but —
Excuse me, Mother — that slipped out.
Don't worry, I'm all right.
Go to it! That big soldier by the door —
A cigarette? Well, I don't mind —
Sure, I'm all right.
I'll light a Lucky Strike,
And watch 'em rag a bit
Till I get by.
Translation:
Language:
Reviews
No reviews yet.