I met a man in the mountains but he didn't meet me.

He sang a song and faded away.

Shining instrument and shining voice, he strummed and spoke the tears from my eyes.

He whispered of love and longing and the hope of return.

Then cried of bayonets and cigarettes and the endless battle.

A smattering of words clung to me like stars for me to gaze.

And the ones I can't recall are too far above for me to see.

But every so often,

Just once in a while,

I can still hear him singing,

Darling,

Don't you cry for me.

For when this war is over,

I swear that I'll buy you a diamond ring.