Silently to silence fall In the fields of futile war Toys of death are spitting lead Where boys that were our soldiers bled War horse and war machine
Curse the name of liberty Marching on as if they should Mix in the dirt our brothers' blood
In the mud and rain What are we fighting for Is it worth the pain It is worth dying for Who will take the blame Why did they make a war Questions that come again Should we be fighting at all
Once a ploughtman hitched his team Here he sowed his little cream Now bodies arms and legs are strewn Where mustard gas and barbwire blooom Each moment's like a year I've nothing left inside for tears Comrades dead or dying lie I'm left alone asking why
In the mud and rain What are we fighting for Is it worth the pain It is worth dying for Who will take the blame Why did they make a war Questions that come again Should we be fighting at all
After the war Left feeling no one has won After the war What does a soldier becomeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
