Russian Front
Chas Cronk, Dave Cousins, Dave Lambert, John Hawken
Strawbs - Russian Front
It was back along summer of thirty years
I'll tell you a story to bring you tears
Of the likes of a romance so few hears
Out on the Russian front
She had startling eyes of sapphire blue
She lived in a house where camellias grew
But where she came from no-one knew
He stood as firm as the mighty oak
Smelled as keen as forest smoke
Loved her with a velvet stroke
Out on the Russian front
She loved a man who burst with pride
Buried deep in her countryside
Their love for life was long denied
Even now I'm still unclear
Those who held each other dear
Are living in a state of fear
Out on the Russian front
Both were sent their separate ways
Victims of their yesterdays
The party wins the farmer pays