Lyrics

Bleached Bones

Deep beneath the Shilo clay
In Yankee Blue and Rebel gray
Two soldiers in an unmarked grave
Forgotten long ago
A captain with a wife back home
A black recruit who died alone
Without a marker or a stone
To tell us so

Bleached Bones
Buried where they fell
Time has left no earthly way to tell
Race or creed, home or name
Just bleached bones
All the same

In windblown Iwo Jima sands
Struck down in their final stand
A fisherman from Maryland
And a clerk from Tokyo
One dreamed about the Chesapeake
One longed to hear his children speak
Both wrote home sayin', "God's with me,
I know"

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Buried in the Irish sod
Murdered in the name of God
A Belfast and a Dublin lad
Share an ancient fate
Handed down their bloody swords
Brought up in a holy war
And like their fathers had before
They'd forgotten why they hate

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