We are deep, mama, at the line
Rifles crack, mama, cannons roar
There's a voice, Mama, I can't still
And it says, Mama, can you kill?
It is cold, Mama, it is black
With the dawn, Mama, we attack
There's a hill, we must take
Can you tell, Mama, that I shake?
I may die, Mama, I may die
This may be, my good -bye
It is time, Mama, there's the sun
Will I fight, Mama, will I run?
He was young, Mama, he was small
Then he lunged, Mama, and I spun
There and then, I could see
Just a boy, mama, not a man