Louis was my dearest friend Fighting in the ANZAC trench Louis ran forward from the line I never saw him again Later in the dark I thought I heard Louis' voice Calling for his mother, then me But I couldn't get to him He's still up on that hill 20 years on that hill
Nothing more than a pile of bones But I think of him still If I was asked I'd tell The colour of the earth that day It was dull and browny red The colour of blood, I'd sayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
