The British lines.
This wet cold morn so damp so gray I see my enemy not far away
He's looking back and seems to say I will be over there this day
This kid so young the same as me is told to fight for Kaiser and country
His trench like mine is mud and sand with all the dead lie all around
Before the charge I leave this note and hope and pray it gets back home
What brought us here to fight this day a foe we are told of different race
One of us will fall this day upon this field so wet and gray.
The German lines.
This wet cold morn so damp so gray I see my enemy not far away
He's looking back and seems to say you will be over here this day
This kid so young the same as me is told to fight for king and country
His trench like mine is mud and sand with all the dead lie all around
Before the charge I leave this note and hope and pray it gets back home
What brought us here to fight this day a foe we are told of different race
One of us will fall this day upon this field so wet and gray.
No man's land
The time has come, rifle bayoneted in hand, over the top to free this land
Both sides charged upon this day, in fields so wet with shades of gray.
Mothers around the world do cry and pray, for soldiers their sons, who fight away.
Shells exploded in glares of gray, as shrapnel killed the brave all day,
A letter did state both died this way, upon the fields so wet and gray.
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