THE LETTER
(From Gallipoli)
There came to her a letter from Gallipoli.
The writing thereupon she had never seen.
In her mind a thousand horrors of what the news might be.
Somehow, she found the courage to open it and read.
The author was a Captain from Gallipoli.
He said he'd led her brother upon the beach.
They had landed under cover of an April Dawn,
Only to face the fire of a thousand Turkish guns.
Her brother was a hero, the Captain further said,
And many more would argue he was 'the soldier's saint',
for he'd scorn the dangers daily with a donkey he had found,
and carry back the wounded from the battleground.
Oh! She smiled to read those lines
penned therein
The Letter From Gallipoli.
But Fortune favours no-one in Gallipoli,
and even saintly heroes meet with their defeat ...
"We buried him at eventide, a simple service read,
and there paid homage to your brother and a friend ..."
Oh! She cried to read those lines
sent with his regret from Gallipoli,
penned therein
The Letter From Gallipoli.
words & music by Haelwen-Sian
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