Tytuł: The grave

• Wykonawca: George Michael
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   The grave that they dug him had flowers
  Gathered from the hillsides in the 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
  A morgue of marines alone standing there
  
  He crouched ever lower, ever lower, in 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