Your head on my shoulder Two months youæ³e been a soldier I feel so sick inside Two months youæ have been alive So no one here knows your surname No one knows from where you came The Red Cross takes you to your grave For which your government kindly pays WHITE CROSS upon the hillside There lies that unknown soldier No one can remember your name So here I stand by your graveside The steel helmet lies upon your cross They said you died for king and country Thatæ¯ no comfort to the life youæ³e lost FIRST LIGHT The sniper saw you. SECOND LIGHT Took careful aim THIRD LIGHT He pulled the trigger on the gun Dead dead dead. WHITE CROSS upon the hillside There lies that unknown soldier No one can remember your name (So here beings the human harvest Another war to end all wars To give a life for rhyme nor reason There are no words to justify the cause So if our future lies in the scarlet fields Who would be a patriot at the price of humanity? WHO WOULD BE A PATRIOT AT THE PRICE OF HUMANITY?) No, not me NO NOT ME WHITE CROSS upon the hillside There lies that unknown soldier No one can remember the WHITE CROSS upon the hillside There lies that unknown soldier No one, no one, no one Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com