Trouble's brewing in the ranks
With broken men on every flank
All the soldiers hands are red

From all the tears and blood that's she'd

And in the morning when the reveille

Puls us from our sleep
Puts a fracture in the reverie
And kills our quiet dreams

Your widow waits with nervous grace
A solemn look upon her face
Time is lost in love and war

Remember what your waiting for

And in the morning when the enemy

Fire among the men
Sounds like voices in an elegy
For the years we didn't spend