There's a solitary man crying "Hold me"

It's only because he's a-lonely

If the keeper of time runs slowly

He won't be alive for long!



If he only had time to tell of all the things he planned

With a card up his sleeve, what would he achieve?

It means nothing!



To the opium den and the bar room gin

In the Belmont chair playing violins

The gambler's face cracks into a grin

As he lays down the King of Spades



But the dealer just stares - there's something wrong here,

He thinks

The gambler is seized an forced to hi knees

And shot - dead



He only wanted more time away from the darkest door

But his luck it gave in as the dawn light crept in

And he lay on the floor



From the Hundred Year War to the Crimea

With a lance and a musket and a Roman spear

To all of the men who have stood with no fear

In the service of the king



Before you met your fate be sure you did not forsake

Your lover may not be around anymore