Paschendale
(Smith/Harris)
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In a foreign field he lay
Lonely solider unknown grave
On his dying words he prays
Tell the world of Paschendale
Re-live all that he's been through
Last communion of his soul
Rust your bullets with his tears
Let me tell you ‘bout his years
Laying low in a blood-filled trench
Killing time so my belly won’t ache
On my face I can feel the falling rain, never see my friends again
In the smoke, in the mud I'm lead
Smell of fear and the feelings are all dead
Took me time to get over the wall
Rapid fire and the end of us all
Weapons, skeletons, more guns fire
Lifeless bodies hang on barbwire
Battlefield nothing but a bloody tomb
Be reunited with my dead friends soon
Many solders 18 years
Died in mud, no more tears
Show me a war that one can win
Killing time about to begin
Home.....far away from the war, a chance to live again
Home.....far away, but the war - no chance to live again
The bodies are all turned to bones
The sea of death it overflows
In no mans land God only knows
Into jaws of death we gooooo…..
Crucified before the cross
Allied troops, they morn their lose
German war that began a machine
Such before has never been seen
Swear I heard the angels cry
Pray to God no more may die
So that people know the truth
Tell the tale of Paschendale
Cruelly as the human heart
Every man must play his part
Terror of the men we kill
The human heart is hungry still
I snap my glove for the very last time
Gun is ready as I stand in line
Nervous wait for the whistle to blow
Rush of blood and over we gooooo…..
Blood is falling like the rain
His crimson cloak unveils again
The sound of guns can have their say
And so we die in Paschendale
Dodging shrapnel and barbwire
Running straight into cannon fire
Running blind as I hold my breath
Say my prayers 'till the day I’m dead
As we charge the enemy lines
A burst of fire and we go down
I try to cry but no one hears
Feel the blood run down my throat
Home.....far away from the war, a chance to live again
Home.....far away, but the war - no chance to live again
Home.....far away from the war, a chance to live again
Home.....far away, but the war - no chance to live again
See my spirit on the wind
Across the lands beyond the hill
Friend and foe well meet again
Those who died at Paschendale
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