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...