Goodbye - DAVID WHITFIELD/Benatsk/Stolz/y Graham

My heart is broken

But what care I

Such pride inside me has woken

I'll try my best not to cry

By and by

When the final farewells must be spoken

I'll join the legion

That's what I'll do

And in some far distant region

Where human hearts are staunch and true

I shall start my life anew

Good bye it's time

I sought a foreign clime

Where I may find

There are hearts more kind

Than I leave behind

And so I go

To fight a savage foe

Although I know

I'll be sometimes missed by the girls

I've kissed

In some abyssinian french dominion

I shall do my bit

And fall for the flag if I must

Where the desert sand is nice and handy

I'll be full of grit

You won't see my heels for the dust

I'll do or die

You'll know the reason why

When told of bold leopold's last stand

For the fatherland

Good bye good bye

I wish you all a last good bye

Good bye good bye

I wish you all a last good bye