Wardrummer

I wish I could look into the past

where my grandfathers grandfather fought for our land

He was a drummer in the army

and marched first of the front line

He was proud in his blue uniform

and on his shoulder there was a clean gun

He followed HM over seas and through countries

though the King said;

You may get shot and fall dead

Oh ready

They pulled horses and wagons through many landscapes

in mud and clay, in mud and clay

They dreamed about the end

but never of escape

Let the wheels keep on rollin'

We must kill thoose bloody Russians

After a moment, in fire and fog

He got killed by a flying bullet

through his wardrum

and his soul turned back home

to the old town we called Stockholm

I wish I could look into the past

where my grandfathers grandfather fought for our land

He was a drummer in the army

and marched first of the front line