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I slept and I dreamed of a time long ago
I saw an army of rebels, dancing on air
I dreamed as I slept, I could see the camp-fires
A song of the battle, that was born in the flames
And the rebels were waltzing on air...

...I danced to the song of a voice of a girl
A voice that called, "Stand till we fall
We stand till all the boys fall"

As we danced came the news that the war was not won
 armies were coming, with carriage and gun
Through the heart of the camp, swept the news from the front
A cloud crossed the moon, a child cried for food
We knew the war could not be won...

Songwriters : STRUMMER, JOE / SIMONON, PAUL