I found your picture in a corporal's pocket 
His cold fingers still pressed it to his chest 
Sniper's bullet took his eyes and his breath away 
Now he lies out in the forest with the rest 

You looked shy in your grandmother's wedding dress 
Feet set wide like a farm girl stands 
Too young to love and too young to lose 
In a cracked picture frame in a dead man's hands 

I kept it with me for the luck, for the magic 
Maybe fate wouldn't strike in the same place twice 
But something stirred and I dared to dream of you 
And I knew I'd look for you if I should survive 

Whe we stood down at last it was easy to find you 
And mine was the shoulder you cried on that day 
Just an old comrade doing his duty 
Bringing the news from the woods of Darney 

When I showed you the picture, perhaps I felt jealousy 
As your tears welled up with each reminisce 
And my hands may be rougher and my tongue may be 
But I knew I could give you a love good as his 

Now we lie in the darkness together 
Often we lie without speaking this way 
As you stare in the dark do you see your young corporal 
Who never came back from the woods of Darney 

Is it him that you see when we make love together? 
Is it him that you see when war fills the sky? 
Was he there as you stood in your grandmother's wedding 
As we made our own vows, you and I? 

Now the bugle calls, they say this is the big one 
A curse on the life of a soldier, you say 
But don't you know that's a soldier's small comfort 
For the bugle to sound, and to hear, and obey 

And I'll carry your picture, the one that he carried 
I'll wear your innocence and take my chance 
On a frozen field, in a far-flung war 
To win back what we lost in a field in France 

And it's many a soldier who goes into battle 
Your corporal and I, we just hear and obey 
Perhaps we'll lie in the darkness together 
With your love to bind us, in the woods of Darney