L Y R I C S

Olde blackberry ripe, go call the harvest in 

Today begins the season to end many young men 

Let’s wave goodbye to Johnny, off to fight the foe 

Sir Galahad, this young brave lad, will ne’er come home nay more 

Empty village greens ring out to cheers of crowd applause 

And gone from hand the willow in the place about to play at war
So, wave goodbye to Johnny standing proud in uniform 

Your village green, the young man’s dream, will face the gathered storm 

Johnny, we wait for word from you 

Captured on the news reels in the cinema 

Johnny, we wait for word from you 

No sweet mademoiselle from Armentieres will weep for you 

In the mud on foreign shores poor Johnny boy lies at deaths door
A bloody victim of his time called up to fight the foe 

We waved goodbye to Johnny on board the boat to die 

The pearl of England’s hallowed isle will face tomorrows sky 

Let’s wave goodbye to Johnny, off to fight the foe 

Sir Galahad, this young brave lad will ne’er come home nay more 

Johnny, we wait for word from you 

Captured on the news reels in the cinema 

Johnny, we wait for word from you 

No sweet mademoiselle from Armentieres will weep for you 

So, wave goodbye to Johnny with his shilling from the crown
Each counties boys are given toys and fate will gun them down 

C R E D I T S:

Lead Vocals: Christina Rotondo, England  

Fiddle and backing vocals: Shimna, England/New Zealand 

Production, arrangement and programming: David McKendrick

Written by Ian Hughes-Guy, E Cartwright and David McKendrick