The Battle of the Somme
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[Verse]
In the fields where poppies grow, young men went to fight,
With a rifle in their hands, and dreams of coming home one night.
But the fields of France were stained with blood, and echoes of a cry,
A million prayers fell silent, beneath a foreign sky.
[Verse 2]
In makeshift trenches, brave souls carved their names in mud,
With letters home and photographs, love inked in brotherhood.
Through the thunder of the cannons and the rain of shrapnel's sting,
In the heart of Somme, they stood as one, in the shadow of the king.
[Chorus]
Oh, the Battle of the Somme, where heroes lived and died,
In the country far from home, where tears and valor collide.
We remember those young soldiers, with a pain that never numbs,
In the silent fields of memory, where the lonesome bugle hums.
[Verse 3]
The whistles blew at dawn, and over the top they went,
Through no man's land, to meet their fate, through barbed and broken fence.
With every step, their hope held high, yet their hearts so full of fear,
In the mud and smoke, their spirits rose, and whispered, "We are here."
[Verse 4]
A mother’s lullaby echoed soft, in every soldier's ear,
With a promise to return one day to the ones they hold so dear.
But the earth embraced them in her arms, beneath the scarlet sky,
And the battlefield became their rest, where tomorrow never cries.
[Chorus]
Oh, the Battle of the Somme, where heroes lived and died,
In the country far from home, where tears and valor collide.
We remember those young soldiers, with a pain that never numbs,
In the silent fields of memory, where the lonesome bugle hums.