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The Soldier Man I Am By Paul Baldry It’s a soldier man I am, And I’ve walked the killing ground. I swear to God, if I ever see the sunrise And feel its warmth come round, I’ll hold it in my mind, safe and sound, And never again return to the battleground. I was fifteen years of age, Too young to know the cost. But I followed lads who swore they’d never Watch another young life lost. On that cold, cold battleground Where the young stay young for evermore, And the weight of what you witness Stays with you at your core. It’s a soldier man I am, And I’ve walked the killing ground. I swear to God, if I ever see the sunrise And feel its warmth come round, I’ll hold it in my mind, safe and sound, And never again return to the battleground. At twenty one I learned How fast a man can break. How courage cracks like winter ice When the earth begins to shake. How the strongest heart can falter When the shells come screaming through, And the lad you were at fifteen Is a stranger now to you. Now at sixty five years old, I’ll meet you at the door. I’ll take your arm and guide you through The shadows left by war. I’ll tell you of the hardships And the names I still recall— The ones who never made it home, The ones who gave their all. It’s a soldier man I am, And I’ve walked the killing ground. I swear to God, if I ever see the sunrise And feel its warmth come round, I’ll hold it in my mind, safe and sound, And never again return to the battleground. God… I never want to see another soul Go down that cold, cold battleground.
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Feb 18, 2026 at 4:04 AM UTC
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Sunrise I Swear To See
The Soldier Man I Am By Paul Baldry It’s a soldier man I am, And I’ve walked the killing ground. I swear to God, if I ever see the sunrise And feel its warmth come round, I’ll hold it in my mind, safe and sound, And never again return to the battleground. I was fifteen years of age, Too young to know the cost. But I followed lads who swore they’d never Watch another young life lost. On that cold, cold battleground Where the young stay young for evermore, And the weight of what you witness Stays with you at your core. It’s a soldier man I am, And I’ve walked the killing ground. I swear to God, if I ever see the sunrise And feel its warmth come round, I’ll hold it in my mind, safe and sound, And never again return to the battleground. At twenty one I learned How fast a man can break. How courage cracks like winter ice When the earth begins to shake. How the strongest heart can falter When the shells come screaming through, And the lad you were at fifteen Is a stranger now to you. Now at sixty five years old, I’ll meet you at the door. I’ll take your arm and guide you through The shadows left by war. I’ll tell you of the hardships And the names I still recall— The ones who never made it home, The ones who gave their all. It’s a soldier man I am, And I’ve walked the killing ground. I swear to God, if I ever see the sunrise And feel its warmth come round, I’ll hold it in my mind, safe and sound, And never again return to the battleground. God… I never want to see another soul Go down that cold, cold battleground.
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