LEAVING FOR THE FRONT

I'm leaving for the Front, my dear,

and I don't know your name!

Let me kiss your cheek, my dear,

 I may never be the same ~

I may not ever see you

or England's shore again

So kiss me, my unknown one,

Until ~ I don't know when.

I'm leaving for the Front, my dear,

I don't know what I'll see

So kiss me gently, dear one,

And say a prayer for me.

ÓChristina 3-04