load them on board like so many soldiers of fortune with their knapsacks and their sleeping bags singing songs and smoking fags to kill the time complaining how life's so hard wondering how to sneak past the guard with their morphine (and the old men say) paris is the place to go if you have a heart that's broke no woman is worth fighting for you're better off with a whore and i have such a wound wondering if i should run or stay and fight for the one who doesn't care from dover to dunkirk with all these faces i'll never see again from dover to dunkirk the sea is as quiet as a long lost friend load them on board like so many soldiers of freedom carrying their homes on their backs the chaplain busy making cracks to kill the time wondering if they'll return or spend their youth as a candle burns crying for morphine (and the old men say) you're fools to go they proved that at maginot paris ain't worth fighting for she's just a tired old whore and i have such a wound wondering if i should run or stay and fight for the one who doesn't care from dover to dunkirk with all these faces i'll never see again from dover to dunkirk the sea is as quiet as a long lost friend