I Picked up the Chronicle,
I read about the debacle
And the victory of your attack.
The story in the Herald said:
"Some were wounded, some were dead,"
Then I saw you won't be coming back.
And it makes me so sad.
It makes me so sad.
To see all the names in gold
Up there on the honour roll.
After your sacrifice
There will be better life.
When I think of what you could have had,
It makes me so sad.
We read about it all the time;
Ambush, gunshot wound, landmine.
And often it's nobody that we've known.
But when I hear that friends of mine
Are dead or crippled or left blind,
It brings the story all that nearer home.
And it makes me so sad.
It makes me so sad.
To see all the names in gold
Up there on the honour roll.
After your sacrifice
There will be better life.
When I think of what you could have had,
It makes me so sad.
And it makes me so sad.
It makes me so sad.
To see all the names in gold
Up there on the honour roll.
After your sacrifice
There will be better life.
When I think of what you could have had,
It makes me so sad.