Where the river flows its slowest,
Where the sun shines its brightest,
Its off with our clothes, quickly dive in.
Laughing,splashing, naked and free,
That’s how it was for Billy and me.

Teasing the girls, snatching kisses,
Ignoring their brothers and sisters wishes,
Secret hugs, smiles and crafty winks.
Then “Oh my brother, I must flee”
Thats how it was for Billy and me.

The finger pointing Generals call,
The country needs the young men all,
So its hectic hugging, kissing goodbye.
Then into Khaki and over the sea,
Thats how it was for Billy and me.

In Flanders trenches we turned into men,
We never knew where ,only when,
As the shells whined and exploded,
The smoke the gas, we could not see.
Thats how it was for Billy and me.

Walking forward like men in a dream,
Towards the machine guns’ constant scream,
Obeying the order “Start the attack”,
We died together, then our spirits flew free,
Thats how it was for Billy and me.