capo IA D Bm E (3x) A D E A F#m We've paid in hell since Moscow burnedA As Cossacks tear us piece by pieceE Our dead are strewn a hundred leaguesD Though death would be a sweet releaseF#m And our grande armee is dressed in ragsA A frozen starving beggar bandE Like rats we steal each other's scrapsD E A Fall to fighting hand to handD Save my soul from evil, LordA F#m And heal this soldier's heartA Bm I'll trust in thee to keep me, LordD A D Bm E I'm done with BonaparteA D Bm E A D E A What dreams he made for us to dream Spanish skies, Egyptian sands The world was ours, we marched upon Our little Corporal's command And I lost an eye at Austerlitz The sabre slash yet gives me pain My one true love awaits me still The flower of the aquitaine Save my soul from evil, Lord And heal this soldier's heart I'll trust in thee to keep me, Lord I'm done with Bonaparte I pray for her who prays for me A safe return to my belle France We prayed these wars would end all wars In war we know is no romance And I pray our child will never see A little Corporal again Point toward a foreign shore Captivate the hearts of men Save my soul from evil, Lord And heal this soldier's heart I'll trust in thee to keep me, Lord I'm done with Bonaparte