• American Pie
  • Vincent
  • Crying
  • And I Love You So
  • Castles In The Air
  • Winterwood
  • Empty Chairs
  • Crossroads
  • Babylon
  • Sister Fatima
  • The Grave
  • Till Tomorrow
  • Everybody Loves Me, Baby
  • Everyday
  • Wonderful Baby
  • Dreidel
  • If We Try
  • The Birthday Song
  • Vincent (Starry Starry Night)
  • Mountains of Mourne
  • La La I Love You
  • American Pie, Part I
  • Respectable
  • Going for the Gold
  • Fools Paradise
  • Mountains O'Mourne
  • Prime Time
  • Since I Don't Have You
  • Bye Bye Miss American Pie
  • Fool's Paradise
  • Mother Nature
  • Vincent (Starry, Starry Night)
  • La La Love You
  • Birthday Song
  • American Pie (Part 1)
  • American Pie (new version)
  • Homeless Brother
  • Magdalene Lane
  • Tapestry
  • Jerusalem
  • Starry Starry Night
  • It's Just The Sun
  • If You Could Read My Mind
  • Aftermath
  • American Pie (Complete Original Version)
  • American Pie (with Lyrics)
  • General Store
  • Crying In The Chapel
  • Winter Has Me In Its Grip
  • He's Got You


The grave that they dug him had flowers
Gathered from the hillsides in bright summer colours,
And the brown earth bleached white at the edge of his gravestone
He's gone

When the wars of our nation did beckon,
A man barely twenty did answer the calling
Proud of the trust that he placed in our nation,
He's gone
But Eternity knows him, and it knows what we've done

And the rain fell like pearls on the leaves of the flowers
Leaving brown, muddy clay where the earth had been dry
And deep in the trench he waited for hours,
As he held to his rifle and prayed not to die

But the silence of night was shattered by fire
As guns and grenades blasted sharp through the air
One after another his comrades were slaughtered
In a morgue of Marines, alone standing there

He crouched ever lower, ever lower with fear
"They can't let me die! They can't let me die here!
I'll cover myself with the mud and the earth
I'll cover myself! I know I'm not brave!
The earth! the earth! the earth is my grave."

The grave that they dug him had flowers
Gathered from the hillsides in bright summer colours,
And the brown earth bleached white at the edge of his gravestone
He's gone.


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