Sweet Lily

Tomorrow is ceasefire

Imaginations or doubts

Here lies my heart

Cold and frozen in the far south

Surrounded by wire meshed

We have safety without security 

Camped at the crossroad 

Of life and death

Sweet Lily, we are given guns

But remember you are my hide

We do war with bare hands

But I choose a slow cuddle into your side 

When guns shoot 

And bullets fly

I stay very sly

Suffering mine iron boots

Coming home is a might 

Seeing you is my right

loving you is my greatest pride

Open wide thy loving arms

And let me fall in

For Tomorrow is a ceasefire