We collect the dead now, theirs and ours
As we went about our work, some smoked cigars
A tank with a blade, digs a hole beside the road
We must always bury their dead so we’ve been told
Or when we find them, if buried they be
Dig them up for others to see
We fill the hole and cover it now
How we got so many men in that hole, I know not how

It’s our people for whom we now must care
Their bodies must be moved out of there
We’ve lay them side by side along the road
Waiting for the choppers to get another load
I look down as I’m standing there
And see a young men, complection so fair
A soft breeze blows through his hair
He looked as if he was just sleeping there

Why did men have to die here this day
Nether their men or ours wanted it this way
It’s the families, from both sides who lost today
Their men left them for a short time, never meaning to stay
We must ask, what price must we pay
Whose freedom was this, we fought for today