One lovely night in summer
Before he went away,
A soldier took his sweetheart's hand
and this to her did say,
"On the inside of my tunic,
placed right next to my heart."
"Is a picture of my darling,
my one and own sweetheart."
We wear the mask that grinds and lies
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes.
With thorn and broken heart we smile.
This debt we pay to human guile.