It was just before dawn
One miserable morning in black '44
When the forward commander was told to sit tight
When he asked that his men be withdrawnAnd the Generals gave thanks as the other ranks
Held back the enemy tanks for a while
And the Anzio Bridgehead was held for the price
Of a few hundred ordinary livesAnd kind old King George sent Mother a note
When he heard that father was gone
It was, I recall in the form of a scroll
With gold leaf and allAnd I found it one day
In a drawer of old photographs, hidden away
And my eyes still grow damp to remember
His Majesty signed with his own rubber stampIt was dark all around
There was frost in the ground
When the tigers broke free
And no one survived from the Royal Fusiliers Company CThey were all left behind
Most of them dead, the rest of them dying
And that's how the High Command
Took my daddy from me