Your head on my shoulder

Two months you?e been a soldier

I feel so sick inside

Two months you? have been alive



So no one here knows your surname

No one knows from where you came

The Red Cross takes you to your grave

For which your government kindly pays



WHITE CROSS upon the hillside

There lies that unknown soldier

No one can remember your name



So here I stand by your graveside

The steel helmet lies upon your cross

They said you died for king and country

That? no comfort to the life you?e lost



FIRST LIGHT

The sniper saw you.

SECOND LIGHT

Took careful aim

THIRD LIGHT

He pulled the trigger on the gun

Dead dead dead.



WHITE CROSS upon the hillside There lies that unknown soldier

No one can remember your name



(So here beings the human harvest

Another war to end all wars

To give a life for rhyme nor reason

There are no words to justify the cause

So if our future lies in the scarlet fields

Who would be a patriot at the price of humanity?

WHO WOULD BE A PATRIOT AT THE PRICE OF HUMANITY?)



No, not me

NO NOT ME



WHITE CROSS upon the hillside

There lies that unknown soldier

No one can remember the



WHITE CROSS upon the hillside

There lies that unknown soldier

No one, no one, no one