Southampton Dock (Roger Waters)
They disembarked in 45
And no-one spoke and no-one smiled
There were to many spaces in the line.
Gathered at the cenotaph
All agreed with the hand on heart
To sheath the Sacrificial Knives.
She stands upon Southampton dock
With her handkerchief
And her summer frock
Clings to her wet body in the rain.
In quiet desperation knuckles
White upon the slippery reins
She bravely waves the boys