lyrics: white cross word came down from the holy gods on high, to the holes in the ground lazarus get up, isaac kneel down, and wait for the whistle and you thank god that you are not the first lay your back against the blackened bloody wall of earth check your kit and sorta sing some automatic words then you watch them dying and you can see their blue puttees like they’re back home in the waters of the bay, knee deep and when their legs all go to hell and haul em underneath you see the bays fallin with them back home and in the din and deafenin roar you can hear the strains of father hayes from that faraway shore saying “fear not those that kill the flesh, they cannot kill the soul” oh, but still you fear them before you think you’re o’er the brink as well tuckin in your chin as in some winter gale you run, you rail against the hot winds of hell then in slides the steel with a pain you’ve never known and then a strange and radiant familiar glow and cold calm water, up your shins it crawls and off you’re going… going home going home home
mk yes knows i dont mumble - here are the words then :) white cross word came down from the holy gods on high to the holes in the ground lazarus get up, isaac kneel down and wait for the whistle you thank god that you are not the first lay your back against the blackened bloody wall of earth check your kit and sorta sing some automatic words and you watch them dying you can see their blue puttees like they’re back home in the waters of the bay, knee deep and when their legs all go to hell and haul them underneath you see the bays falling with them back home and in the din and deafening roar you can hear the strains of father hayes from that faraway shore saying “fear not those that kill the flesh, they cannot kill the soul” oh but still you fear them and before you think you’re o’er the brink as well tucking in your chin as in some winter gale you run, you rail against the hot winds of hell but in slides the steel with a pain you’ve never known and a strange and radiant familiar glow cold calm water, up yer shins it crawls and off you’re going… going home
beautiful, I would like to see the lyrics posted as well. love that CBC NL has this channel.
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lyrics:
white cross
word came down
from the holy gods on high, to the holes in the ground
lazarus get up, isaac kneel down,
and wait for the whistle
and you thank god that you are not the first
lay your back against the blackened bloody wall of earth
check your kit and sorta sing some automatic words
then you watch them dying
and you can see their blue puttees
like they’re back home in the waters of the bay, knee deep
and when their legs all go to hell and haul em underneath
you see the bays fallin with them
back home
and in the din and deafenin roar
you can hear the strains of father hayes from that faraway shore
saying “fear not those that kill the flesh, they cannot kill the soul”
oh, but still you fear them
before you think you’re o’er the brink as well
tuckin in your chin as in some winter gale
you run, you rail against the hot winds of hell
then in slides the steel
with a pain you’ve never known
and then a strange and radiant familiar glow
and cold calm water, up your shins it crawls
and off you’re going…
going home
going home
home
Beautiful, beautiful heart wrenching words. Well done Tim Baker. You are a hero for writing this.
mk yes knows i dont mumble - here are the words then :)
white cross
word came down
from the holy gods on high to the holes in the ground
lazarus get up, isaac kneel down
and wait for the whistle
you thank god that you are not the first
lay your back against the blackened bloody wall of earth
check your kit and sorta sing some automatic words
and you watch them dying
you can see their blue puttees
like they’re back home in the waters of the bay, knee deep
and when their legs all go to hell and haul them underneath
you see the bays falling with them
back home
and in the din and deafening roar
you can hear the strains of father hayes from that faraway shore
saying “fear not those that kill the flesh, they cannot kill the soul”
oh but still you fear them
and before you think you’re o’er the brink as well
tucking in your chin as in some winter gale
you run, you rail against the hot winds of hell
but in slides the steel
with a pain you’ve never known
and a strange and radiant familiar glow
cold calm water, up yer shins it crawls
and off you’re going…
going home
you can see their blue *fatigues*, not puttees