Sam Barry The Cerulean Sky
over hill and under shadow
we still walk this lonely way
under grey skies of silence
we will break our backs today
and i hope i make it home
i've seen boys stand like giants
i've seen giants squashed like flies
took up swords for god and country
but noone knows just why
and i hope i make it home
please don't cry cos i'm alright
there's not a man alive who's fit
to take my life
and as sure as i am sure
i will walk you through the doors
before i die
bloody faced and broken hearted
under this cerulean sky
we few stand among the slaughtered
and noone knows just why
and we're on our way back home
