"Somebody's Darling" lyrics

Into the ward of the clean whitewashed halls
Where the dead slept and the dying lay
Wounded by bayonets, sabres and balls
Somebody's darling was born one day
Somebody's darling, so young and so brave
Wearing still on his sweet yet pale face
Soon to be hid in the dust of the grave
The lingering light of his boyhood's grace

Somebody's darling
Somebody's pride
Who'll tell his mother
Where her boy died?

Matted and damp are his tresses of gold
Kissing the snow of that fair young brow
Pale are the lips of most delicate mould
Somebody's darlin' is dying now
Back from his beautiful, purple veined brow
Brush off the wandering waves of gold
Cross his white hands on his broad bosom now
Somebody's darling is still and cold

Somebody's darling
Somebody's pride
Who'll tell his mother
Where her boy died?

Somebody's watching and waiting for him
Yearning to hold him again to her breast
Yet there he lies with his blue eyes so dim
And purple, childlike lips half apart
Tenderly bury the fair, unknown dead
Pausing to drop on his grave a tear
Carve on the wooden slap over his head
Somebody's darling is slumbering here

Somebody's darling
Somebody's pride
Who'll tell his mother
Where her boy died?