Tom - C C G# C It was just before dawn one miserable morning in black forty-four C When the foreward commander was told to sit tight, F/C C When they asked that his men be withdrawn C And the generals gave thanks, as the other ranks G# C Held back the enemy tanks for a while C G# And the Anzio Bridgehead was held for the price C Of a few hundred ordinary lives C G C G And kind old King George sent Mother a note when he heard that Father was gone C G C It was, I recall, in the form of a scroll with gold leaf and all C And I found it one day in a drawer of old photographs hidden away C G# And my eyes still grow damp to remember C His Majesty signed with his own rubber stamp C G C It was dark all around, there was frost on the ground G When the Tigers broke free C And no-one survived from the Royal Fusiliers, Company "C" G C G C They were all left behind, most of them dead - the rest of them dying C G C And that's how the high command took my daddy from me