Do you know the old man who guards the city streets?
Patrolling with his rifle while the world is fast asleep.
His campaign ribbons are fading on his chest,
He thinks of his boy far away and the little ones at rest.
Dad's army is our army, old soldiers never die,
Ready for the call to arms the twinkle in the eye,
Dad's army is our army for when the battle's won,
Shoulder to shoulder he'll be marching with his son.
Have you seen the morning convoy just before it pulls away?
Beneath the pork-pie hat is a little wisp of grey.
The old blue eyes have seen it all before,
They've seen the battles raging in the Second World War.
Dad's army is our army, old soldiers never die,
Ready for the call to arms the twinkle in the eye,
Dad's army is our army for when the battle's won,
Shoulder to shoulder he'll be marching with his son.
Who's the lonely figure standing high upon the hill?
Merging with the darkness while the night is growing still.
His bones are weary but his soul is alight,
Out there with his thoughts, seeing through another night.
Dad's army is our army, old soldiers never die,
Ready for the call to arms the twinkle in the eye,
Dad's army is our army for when the battle's won,
Shoulder to shoulder he'll be marching with his son.