Shall I wear mourning for my soldier dead?
I – a believer? Give me red!
Or give me royal purple for the King
At whose high court my love is visiting.
Dress me in green for growth, for love made new
For skies his dear feet march, dress me in blue.
In white for his dear soul; robe me in gold
For all the pride that his new rank shall hold
In earth’s dim gardens blooms no hue too bright
To dress me for my love who walks in light.
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Amended on: 22 Sept 2001