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von John Mayall & the Bluesbreakers

In the middle of summer, 1914
The young men of Europe all in their prime
Ahead lay the horrors of a world insane
It haunts me now to think about that time
One assassination leads to a clash of nations
Everybody talking war, a country worth fighting for
But how was anyone to know that hell was in store
Sign a dotted line and give a man a gun
Don′t worry boys, you'll all be home by Christmas
But little by little the lives were going out
And headed for the front line the men were listless
Wandering in the rain, will they ever see home again?
The slaughter is about to start, best friends are blown apart
Never been a bloodier war in memory before
Shelling day and night driving men insane
Screams of the dying in no man′s land
Nowhere to run from the gas attacks
And everywhere you turn there's another blind man


Losing life from men, gangrene and rot set in
The weapons out to kill and maim
The boys are crying out in pain
Never be the same again, never see again
If you ever get to France, see the poppies in the fields
Just think about the red of the blood of heroes
Who died in the fury of battle day and night
The carnage of war all around when the sun rose
All the mud and rain, machine gun fire again
Never gonna leave that trench, wallow in the mud and stench
Dying on a stretcher bench, it's time to say goodbye
A generation lost in four deadly years
Families left behind to a life of grieving
Ten million graves to be left untended
Nothing anymore left to believe in
Bodies ripped and torn, long before I was born
But all of the fine young men, never see their like again
I can vividly recall the pain down through the years