bones But I think of him still If I was asked I'd tell The colour of the earth that day It was dull and browny red The colour of blood, I'd say
years on that hill Nothing more than a pile of bones But I think of him still If I was asked I'd tell The color of the earth that day It was dull and
But I think of him still If I was asked I'd tell The colour of the earth that day It was dull and browny red The colour of blood, I'd say