Fields of Blood
Can you hear the sound,
Of drummers marching?
Can you hear the pipes,
As the pipers are playing.
Go forth, yon brave men,
Fight for the country today.
March on, march for battle,
The fields will run with blood.
Centuries ago, they fought for country,
Times never change for they fight still.
Guns replace swords, bombs replace arrows,
Go forth brave souls, you are fighting still.
When this battle ends, remember the dead,
They fought with honour, fought with pride.
Be remembered boys, we will not forget thee,
There will be flowers, always, on fields of blood
Copyright © Chris Smith | Year Posted 2010
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