Lyrics

When the morning is weary
With a silence that soon will break
Waiting for the bombs to fall another place


And the feeling is dreary
That I?ll never know
Constant death will surround you, way you go


Stare in the fire at night
Sit and bleed
Dead men crying
I see the light that?s in front of me


John MacRae I remember
For he sat in a field
Surrounded by the crosses of a soldier?s grave


And the feeling was weary
that I?ll never know
Lest we forget all of the lives that are owed


Stare in the fire at night
Sit and bleed
Dead men crying
I see the light that?s in front of me