Russian Front - Strawbs

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