Without no seams nor needle work, then she'll be a true love of mine. On the side of a hill a sprinkling of leaves. Washes the grave with silvery tears. A soldier cleans and polishes a gun. Sleeps unaware of the clarion call.
War bellows blazing in scarlet battalions.
General order their soldiers to kill. And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten. Michelle, ma belle. These aren't words that go together well, my Michelle. Michelle, ma belle.