Blood All On The Grass

There's a thunder on the wind my friend

Today this tale begun

You here the shouts of fightin' men

And the beatin' of the drum

We hear a prayer on every breath

Oh lord, let this all pass

There're shadows on the far hillside

There's blood all on the grass

The battle shouts are slient now

In the mud these young men lie

The name of their own dear sweetheart

Their last breath as they die

The pike, the sword, the musket all

Performed the deadly task

A lark sings in the clear blue sky

There's blood all on the grass

There's mist all on the quiet field

Where the fox and rabbit run

The glowing sky is growing red

With the setting of the sun

And the blood-red river's running by

Neath the bridge as it does pass

With the lives and the loves of all young men

There's blood all on the grass