[ti:The Retreat] [ar:Elton John] [al:To Be Continued] [by:] [offset:0] [00:01.00]Artist:elton john [00:03.62]Songs Title:the retreat [00:06.31] [00:18.65]They laid beneath the pine trees [00:20.77] [00:21.39]With their caps over their eyes [00:23.45] [00:24.82]They were drunk with home and [00:27.32]Mama as they brushed away the flies [00:30.50] [00:31.87]In an instant before the sunrise [00:34.74] [00:35.87]They had gunned the rebels down [00:38.24] [00:39.11]As their flags were torn at half mast [00:41.86] [00:42.61]In the ruins of the town [00:44.81] [00:46.49]There were white sails on the water [00:49.00] [00:49.75]For the crippled on the beach [00:52.01] [00:53.26]There was a lack of ammunition [00:55.59] [00:57.02]So the cause was incomplete [00:58.89] [01:00.33]When the bugle blew at breakfast [01:02.64] [01:03.70]And they knew their ships were in [01:07.19]Signs of grand assurance [01:09.75] [01:10.87]Were carried on the wind [01:13.00] [01:14.87]Take it home take it low take responsibilities [01:19.05] [01:21.75]Came the message from the front [01:26.51] [01:28.95]For the captains captains quarters must retreat [01:34.71] [01:36.21]Pack the compass pack the tents take the bunks [01:40.95] [01:43.82]They just chalked it down in history [01:46.50] [01:47.13]But they kept their uniforms [01:49.13] [01:50.62]They put their medals on the sideboards [01:53.12] [01:54.24]And they went back to their farms [01:56.55] [01:57.75]For it was just a mere reminder [02:00.01] [02:01.32]That they stood beside the best [02:03.59] [02:05.02]That God had saved the chosen few [02:08.10] [02:08.80]And the devil took the rest [02:10.39] [02:41.91]On the planes above the rock face [02:44.40] [02:45.15]Where the sculptured eagles swoop [02:47.77] [02:48.58]Theres a haunted yell for action [02:51.27] [02:52.45]Among the spectres of his troops [02:54.39] [02:55.63]It was silent on the coastline as [02:59.69]The crazy angels danced [03:01.44] [03:02.68]With the sound of retreating footfall [03:05.18] [03:06.24]From his military camp