In the fields of France

In the fields of France

We took a glance

Waiting for the German horde

Passing the time 

Watching their lines

No time to get bored

Here they come

Those Barbarous huns

Opening the gates of hell

Behind an earthen wall

We waited for the call

Hearing their screams and yells

Machine guns go pop pop pop'

As we climbed over the top

And into hells throes

As we fell to the ground

Death was all around

And so we now know

That no one ever really dies

As long as their story goes

But when their story dies

They still there lie

And no one ever knows

Of who they were or what they did

Life secrets now well hid

As another story comes and goes