CAMOUFLAGE
They tell us tales of camouflage,The art of hiding things;Of painted forts and bowered gunsInvisible to wings.Well, it’s nothing new to us,To us, the rank and file;We understand this camouflage—We left home with a smile.We saw the painted battleshipsAnd earthen-colored trains,And planes the hue of leaden skies,And canvas-hidden lanes.Well, we used the magic artThat day of anxious fears;We understand this camouflage—We laughed away your tears.They say that scientific menAnd artists of renownDebated long on camouflageBefore they got it down.Well, it came right off to us,We didn’t have to learn;We understand this camouflage—We said we’d soon return.We understand this camouflage,This art of hiding things;It’s what’s behind a soldier’s jokesAnd all the songs he sings.Yes, it’s nothing new to us,To us, the rank and file;We understand this camouflage—We left home with a smile.M. G.
They tell us tales of camouflage,The art of hiding things;Of painted forts and bowered gunsInvisible to wings.Well, it’s nothing new to us,To us, the rank and file;We understand this camouflage—We left home with a smile.We saw the painted battleshipsAnd earthen-colored trains,And planes the hue of leaden skies,And canvas-hidden lanes.Well, we used the magic artThat day of anxious fears;We understand this camouflage—We laughed away your tears.They say that scientific menAnd artists of renownDebated long on camouflageBefore they got it down.Well, it came right off to us,We didn’t have to learn;We understand this camouflage—We said we’d soon return.We understand this camouflage,This art of hiding things;It’s what’s behind a soldier’s jokesAnd all the songs he sings.Yes, it’s nothing new to us,To us, the rank and file;We understand this camouflage—We left home with a smile.M. G.
They tell us tales of camouflage,The art of hiding things;Of painted forts and bowered gunsInvisible to wings.Well, it’s nothing new to us,To us, the rank and file;We understand this camouflage—We left home with a smile.
They tell us tales of camouflage,
The art of hiding things;
Of painted forts and bowered guns
Invisible to wings.
Well, it’s nothing new to us,
To us, the rank and file;
We understand this camouflage
—We left home with a smile.
We saw the painted battleshipsAnd earthen-colored trains,And planes the hue of leaden skies,And canvas-hidden lanes.Well, we used the magic artThat day of anxious fears;We understand this camouflage—We laughed away your tears.
We saw the painted battleships
And earthen-colored trains,
And planes the hue of leaden skies,
And canvas-hidden lanes.
Well, we used the magic art
That day of anxious fears;
We understand this camouflage
—We laughed away your tears.
They say that scientific menAnd artists of renownDebated long on camouflageBefore they got it down.Well, it came right off to us,We didn’t have to learn;We understand this camouflage—We said we’d soon return.
They say that scientific men
And artists of renown
Debated long on camouflage
Before they got it down.
Well, it came right off to us,
We didn’t have to learn;
We understand this camouflage
—We said we’d soon return.
We understand this camouflage,This art of hiding things;It’s what’s behind a soldier’s jokesAnd all the songs he sings.Yes, it’s nothing new to us,To us, the rank and file;We understand this camouflage—We left home with a smile.M. G.
We understand this camouflage,
This art of hiding things;
It’s what’s behind a soldier’s jokes
And all the songs he sings.
Yes, it’s nothing new to us,
To us, the rank and file;
We understand this camouflage
—We left home with a smile.
M. G.