I am a courier
Crawling in the dirt
Toward the front line
As the crow flies
A note stashed in my shirt
From the Prince of Wales
Far above the field
With his marshals
And their chain-mail
Their banners taut and high
I did not ask him what the note said
He did not offer to explain
It's not my job to ask the questions
I'm just the courier
I'm just the courier
A flare shot leaves a scar
Burning in the dark
On my forearms
Through the barbed wire
Another fifty yards
Crouching in the trench
Clutching bayonets
A hundred men
All knee-to-chest
A hundred marionettes
I am the string pulled by the sure hand
Animating what was still
I am invisible and faithful
I am a courier
Just a courier
The Captain breaks the seal
Quickly reads the note
On your feet boys
Make you peace boys
Pass those letters down
To this courier
Guardian of the word
Hand him all you've seen
Hand him all you've heard
Hand him all the pearls
And I'll go back to where I came from
I will deliver each by hand
I take this as a point of honour
To be a courier
To be a courier
To be a courier