Intro: | | | | | |% verse 1: | |% | |% I walk where once the grass was green. |% | | |% And mourn the lark that sings no more. |% | | | What bird could sing whose eyes have seen. | | | |% | Broken blossoms on the field of war. verse 2: |% | |% And as they lie there in the sun. |% | | |% How unim-portant now it seems. |% | | | Just who has lost and who has won. | | | |% | When with them have died so many dreams. verse 3: |% | |% They dreamed that endless hate would end. |% | | |% Un-ceasing fear one day would cease. |% | | | They dreamed that foe would turn to friend. | | | |% | And e-ternal war would turn to peace. verse 4: |% | |% But who can say how many more. |% | | |% Will join these young and hopeful men. (Slow >) |% | | | In fields they’ve never seen be-fore. / (Break) | | | |% | Far from fields they’ll never see a-gain.