Hear the sound of a machinegun Hear it echo in the night Mortals firing rains the scene Scars the fields that once were green
It's a stalemate at the frontline where the soldiers rest in mud roads and houses all is gone there is no glory to be won
know that many men will suffer know that many men will die half a million lives at stake Ask the fields of Passchendaele
And as the night falls the general calls and the battle carries on and on How long? What is the purpose of it all What's the price of a mile?
Thousands of feet march to the beat It's an army on the march Long way from home Paying the price in young men's lives Thousands of feet march to the beat It's an army in despair Knee-deep in mud Stuck in the trench with no way out
Thousands of machineguns Kept on firing through the night Mortars blazed and wrecked the scene Guns in the fields that once were green
Still a deadlock at the frontline Where the soldiers die in mud roads and houses since long gone still no glory has been won know that many men has suffered know that many men has died
Six miles of ground has been won Half a million men are gone And as the men crawled the general called And the killing carried on and on How long? What's the purpose of it all? What's the price of a mile?
Thousands of feet march to the beat It's an army on the march Long way from home Paying the price in young men's lives Thousands of feet march to the beat It's an army in despair Knee-deep in mud Stuck in the trench with no way out
Young men are dying They pay the price Oh how they suffer So tell me what's the price of a mile
That's the price of a mile.
Thousands of feet march to the beat It's an army on the march Long way from home Paying the price in young men's lives Thousands of feet march to the beat It's an army in despair Knee-deep in mud Stuck in the trench with no way outTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
