Your head on my shoulder, two months you’ve been a soldier
I feel so sick inside, two months you’d 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 up on 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’s no comfort to the life you’ve 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 up on 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?
WHITE CROSS up on the hillside
There lies that unknown soldier
No one can remember your name