Song for the Dead

Deep in the field

A lone soldier stands

With mud on his boot

And blood on his hands

They left him behind

To bury the dead

And to say a few words on behalf of the leadership

Pardon me boys

If I slip off my pack

And sit for awhile with you

I'd like to explain

Why you fine young men had to be blown apart

To defend this mud hole

Now our country boys

Though it's quite far away

Found itself jeopardized

Endangered, boys

By these very gooks

Who lie here beside you

Forever near

Forever

We'd like to express

Our deep admiration

For your courage under fire

And your willingness to die

For your country, boys

We won't forget

We won't forget