Blood All On The Grass

There's a thunder on the wind my friend 
Today this tale begun 
You here the shouts of fightin' men 
And the beatin' of the drum 
We hear a prayer on every breath 
Oh lord, let this all pass 
There're shadows on the far hillside 
There's blood all on the grass 

The battle shouts are slient now 
In the mud these young men lie 
The name of their own dear sweetheart 
Their last breath as they die 
The pike, the sword, the musket all 
Performed the deadly task 
A lark sings in the clear blue sky 
There's blood all on the grass 

There's mist all on the quiet field 
Where the fox and rabbit run 
The glowing sky is growing red 
With the setting of the sun 
And the blood-red river's running by 
Neath the bridge as it does pass 
With the lives and the loves of all young men 
There's blood all on the grass