Must I be bound to leave your side When all my heart is begging me to bide With every step's still further from your door And will I see thee more? Shield me from the burning sky the blinding storms that around me fly A host of poppies gathered in great store And will I see thee more? And all the queens horses and all of her men Could not put the world together again Another war to end all wars And will I see thee more? And if peace comes, then let it be soon November rain, the empty tomb, Christian soldiers marching as to war And will I see thee more?