The war has moved to the homeland, In a hurry I must part, Take care of the children, While I hold you in my heart. Away through the gun shots I ride, Into the smoke and ash, Over the bodies of my friends, Killed in the mask of rath. Nowhere left to hide, All the lines are down, Lost in the battle, Ready for the burial ground. Green meadows blackened by the fire, Air sharpens the stench, Oh! lives that were once merry, Lives that now are death. To many months have slowly gone, And I still do stand, Bound for my homeland, To see my lass again. Oh, to see my lass again. c.1985 Jody Bill