© 2016 by Benni Carol Photography for Jason McNiff

Blow Up The Bridge

 

Darkness creeping over sunburnt land one evening in July 

lying on the cooling sands sentry man below I spy 

got my gun, my dynamite, my hiding place upon the ridge

I've been sent from high command to blow up the bridge 

I'm watching what comes up the road the old man by my side 

he's called Angelo and on him I will rely 

he knows these hills like a child and I'm hoping he won't break 

when the bridge is blown and we must go he will lead our escape

 

  but I'm dreaming of the easy come where I'm going to go when this is done 

  way behind friendly lines I'll hear the news and drink the wine 

  and crossing from the old hotel in the lee of the church bell 

  hat cocked right, shoes shone bright, underneath the moonlit night. 

 

now the moon is shining on the bridge the sentry's in his place 

playing cards with his pal I can clearly see his face 

but I'll kill him I'll kill him I've killed before 

it's something I don't think about 

to win the war you've got to kill that there is little doubt 

Now the attack is made it's underway, nothing can stop it now 

we could take San Jose we could take a Lowenbrau

but the night is long much time to think, I'm carrying a heavy load

it all depends if the bridge is blown and nothing comes up the road

 

  but I'm dreaming of the easy come where I'm going to go when this is done 

  way behind friendly lines I'll hear the news and drink the wine 

  and crossing from the old hotel in the lee of the church bell 

  hat cocked right, shoes shone bright, underneath the moonlit night. 

 

Now the hours pass in a smoky haze the sounds of the night

Come to pass and here is now, I see the light before the light 

and I wake Angelo cover his mouth so he don't groan 

and as we go down the wind swirls around

a bad feeling in my bones...