Cold Wind In The Morning a Telegram Arrives arriving With No Warning another Mother Cries husbands, Sons And Brothers hailed The Call To War blinded By The Others the Promise One For All whats It All In Aid Of obeying The Command cold And Tired And Hungry dying For Some Land why Dont You Cry, Soldier, Cry another Letter You Should Know Better cry, Soldier, Cry there Will Be Sorrow Until Tomorrow so Cry, Soldier, Cry the Fear And All The Sadness of What It Has Become in This World Of Madness another Soldier Gone salute The Highest Honour the Folding Of The Flag finally The End Is another Bodybag and All The Time Your Comrades their Backs Against The Wall a Band Of Brothers Fighting one By One They Fall