Pink Floyd - The Final Cut
The Final Cut 21st March 1983
“Southampton Dock” (Waters)
“Southampton Dock” (Waters)
They disembarked in 45
And no-one spoke and no-one smiled
There were too many spaces in the line.
And gathered at the Cenotaph
All agreed with the hand on heart
To sheath the sacrificial knives.
But now,
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 goodbye again.
And still the dark stain spreads between
Their shoulder blades.
A mute reminder of the poppy fields and graves.
When the fight was over
We spent what they had made.
But in the bottom of our hearts
We felt the final cut.
And no-one spoke and no-one smiled
There were too many spaces in the line.
And gathered at the Cenotaph
All agreed with the hand on heart
To sheath the sacrificial knives.
But now,
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 goodbye again.
And still the dark stain spreads between
Their shoulder blades.
A mute reminder of the poppy fields and graves.
When the fight was over
We spent what they had made.
But in the bottom of our hearts
We felt the final cut.
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