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

Their machine guns go pop pop pop

As we climbed over the top

And in to hells throes

As we fell to the ground

Death was all around

and so we now know

That no one ever dies

Evan as their souls touch the skies

As long as their story goes

But when their story dies

and they still there lie

No one ever knows

Of who they were

or what they did

Lifes secrets now well hid

As another story comes and goes