Roman Wall Blues - Alex Harvey

Over the heather the wet wind blows

I’ve lice in my tunic

And a cold in my nose

The rain comes falling out of the sky

I’m a soldier on the wall

I don’t know why

The mist is lying on a hard grey stone

My woman is gone

And I’m sleeping all alone

There’s somebody else

Hanging 'round her place

I don’t like him, I don’t like his face

I saw a Christian worshipping a fish

There would be no kissing

If he had his wish

She gave me a ring

I gambled it away

And I want my woman

And I want my pay

When I’m old with this only one eye

I’ll do nothing all day

But look up at the sky

I’m a soldier on the wall

And I don’t know why

Over the heather the wet wind blows

I’ve lice in my tunic

And a cold in my nose

The rain comes falling out of the sky

I’m a soldier on the wall

And I don’t know why