Sweet Angelene

He was a young man, barely sixteen

Standing in line with his comrades at ease

Waiting to join in the conflict for peace

Far away from his island home

In nineteen sixteen, on the tenth day of June

He was bound for a new land that he had not known

Leaving behind him, his family, his home

And the love of his sweet Angelene

Oh oh my sweet Angelene

I pray that tomorrow I'll be home again

Leaving behind all the madness I've seen

Far away from my island home

He was a young man, barely nineteen

Now shattered and broken by three years in hell

Waiting and wondering as each comrade fell

Which shell would find him today

Oh oh my sweet Angelene

I pray that tomorrow I'll see you again

Leaving behind all the madness I've seen

Far away from my island home

He was an old man, barely alive

Still trapped in the madness he'd seen in his life

All the death and destruction, all the killing and strife

Not knowing the reason or rhyme

Oh oh my sweet Angelene

I pray that tomorrow I'll be home again

Leaving behind all the madness I've seen

Far away from my island home

In a dusty old showcase, built as a shrine

Are the faces and memories of those left behind

And if you look closely, in their eyes you'll see

The reflection of you and of me

Oh oh my sweet Angelene

I pray that tomorrow I'll see you again

Leaving behind all the madness I've seen

Far away from my island home

Written by Bruce Moss
To God be the glory