I walked up the hill above the old town The cold wind was howling the rain falling down Darkness descending I looked all around The wind had ceased howling hardly a sound Encircled by silence thought I heard voices say A welcome young man to the columns of grey They came from a land across the great sea Left wives bearing children they never would see To give us our freedom they paid with their lives Selflessly making the great sacrifice No gravestones no cross marked the place where they lay Just the story and gold on the columns of grey They reach for the sky in the form of a star Remembering they’re boarding wherever they are The tanks they rolled in through the mist and the snow There guns spitting fire set the night all aglow Shells exploding blowing young dreams to pieces Soldiers were dying the wounded crying Jesus Over the dead the chaplain did pray Commending their souls to the columns of grey How well they all fought they gave up their best Oh God bless their souls I hope they regressed And those who were spared with their stories to tell The whole frozen snow and the Christmas of ... Faced to return every year just to pray And remember old friends neath the columns of grey They reach for the sky in the form of a star Remembering they’re boarding wherever they are The voices I heard were the souls of the dead I listened intently to each word they said No wars worth beginning the price is too high Pray for peace in this world no one else has to die Beware men and words they both can be twained Their stories not told on the columns of grey And if on lifes journey one day you might stray Like the hill oer Bastoine you find columns of grey They reach for the sky in the form of a star Remembering they’re boarding wherever they are Amen amen, amen. Ñêà÷àíî ñ ñàéòà www.Muza.vip