An autumn evening of gold and blue And the air all around is still Seven bright stars they lie beneath Seven white crosses on a hill
Seven young men went driving on Into the evening's hue Ever onward they followed the call Seven roses that never did bloom
Trusting in others with wealth and power "Here's to damnation" they cheered There's a prayer in the leaf of their Bibles black To a God unseen but well feared
"Please don't grieve Mary my dear Our mission it will soon end" The squaddie's letter it lay by his side As the bullets they blew him to hell
Seven brothers lie side by side United by a bloody long war Seven good soldiers, seven dead men None knew what the hell they died for
