Done With Bonaparte Lyrics - Mark Knopfler

We've paid in hell since Moscow burned 

As cossacks tear us piece by piece 

Our dead are strewn a hundred leagues 

Though death would be a sweet release 

And our grande armée is dressed in rags 

A frozen starving beggar band 

Like rats we steal each other's scraps 

Fall to fighting hand to hand 

Save my soul from evil, Lord 

And heal this soldier's heart 

I'll trust in thee to keep me, Lord 

I'm done with Bonaparte 

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What dreams he made for us to dream 

Spanish skies, Egyptian sands 

The world was ours, we marched upon 

Our little Corporal's command 

And I lost an eye at Austerlitz 

The sabre slash yet gives me pain 

My one true love awaits me still 

The flower of the Aquitaine 

Save my soul from evil, Lord 

And heal this soldier's heart 

I'll trust in thee to keep me, Lord 

I'm done with Bonaparte 

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I pray for her who prays for me 

A safe return to my belle France 

We prayed these wars would end all wars 

In war we know is no romance 

And I pray our child will never see 

A little Corporal again 

Point toward a foreign shore 

Captivate the hearts of men 

Save my soul from evil, Lord 

And heal this soldier's heart 

I'll trust in thee to keep me, Lord 

I'm done with Bonaparte