Bury Me Far ( From My Uniform)

I was fallen dead in battle
Must have been Tuesday I don’t know the date
I did everything everyone asked for
But I’ll say where I’ll be laid
The many dead of my comrades
All look the same in this place
Won’t you bury me far from my uniform
So god might remember my face

Do not bother with congress
With the rich or with the rest
I fought their battles in this world
But I’ll not fight for them in the next
Do not find me justice
Just find me a grave
And then bury me far from my uniform
So god might remember my face

O my mother, my mother you’ll cry for me
Take me out of your dreams that I’m in
You must promise never to think of
What is not and what could have been
I’ll not return to your table
So don’t save me a place
Just…

Bury me far from my uniform
From the iron cross medal I would have worn
From the statues that sisters and widows mourn
From the newspaper clippings and microform
From Geneva, the Hague, and Nuremberg
From the sex of this world that I’ll no longer taste
Won’t you bury me far from my uniform
So god might remember my face
I know god will remember my face
Merciful god please remember my face