Southampton Dock
Pink Floyd
Letra

Álbum: The Final Cut ( 1983)

They disembarked in 45 

And no-one spoke and no-one smiled 

There were to many spaces in the line. 

Gathered at the cenotaph 

All agreed with the hand on heart 

To sheath the sacrificial Knifes. 

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 

His shoulder blades. 

A mute reminder of the poppy fields and graves. 

And when the fight was over 

We spent what they had made. 

But in the bottom of our hearts 

We felt the final cut.