Fallen Soldiers

We marched row by row.

To fight our enemy one by one.

We held our heads high.

Comrade next to comrade.

We keep marching through he night.

On ward and on ward we still fight.

Till the break of dawn.

Some soldiers are gone.

The trenches catch on fire.

The fences have barbed wire.

When someone dies.

We always say our good bye's.