Can you hear the wind?
How slow it blows?
Round us, round the land
In a frozen doze.
The line is in a haze
Razing all your gaze
To the ground.
Oh.
Can you hear horses moan?
The army are sleepless
Coming home
In the longest night.
These wounded minds,
So very old,
Where the sun never shines,
So very cold.
Don't go there
The clouds are hanging low.
And then fall from the sky.
Why would one want to stay?
You can't make it down this way
In the longest night.
