Walked through the trenches I heard
All the soldiers singing
Together they sung it loud

But if you'd pick a voice out you'd hear
That voice was soft and trembling
Like a kid in a haunted house


Once I was somewhere I knew
I heard the children singing

Christmas carols in June
They sung like angels in the bright hot sunshine
But when the music was through

They kept on singing

I saw a mountain crumble

At the feet of a chequebook
A million years reversed
I saw a high rise tumble

And the owner strolled out singing
With no regret in his verse