I’m knee deep in mud, mother
Blood pouring from my chest
I don’t recognise these fields or faces
The last things I’ll ever see
I wanna come back home, ma
I wanna come back home
I didn’t see the bullet
That ripped right through my skin
But I can smell the burning, ma
I can smell it
My hands fall into the puddle
People charge and scream and shoot
I forget what it was that brought us here, ma
Does it matter?
How is the old hockey team getting on, pa?
Some wins this year
Tell coach I was asking after him
If you see him
How is the farm coming, brother?
There’s no need for my medals now
Will you keep them?
If you’re missing my face
I’ll be on your T.V
There were sweet things at the blue line
Great things at the red
Hit somebody, will you
Feeling weak now, sister
Don’t let that job get you down
Keep my records
If you want them
You were always the best of them
It’s getting dark, my darling
It’s getting dark
Don’t let them leave me here
Cold and wet and scarred
Don’t weep for me, my love
Please don’t weep so hard
Know that I went with my friends
The birds above me
In the same place you always were
Firmly in my heart.