I walked up the hill above the old town
The cold wind was howling the rain falling down
Darkness descending I looked all around
The wind had ceased howling hardly a sound
Encircled by silence thought I heard voices say
[bad word] young man to the columns of grey

They came from a land across the great sea
Left wives bearing children they never would see
To give us our freedom they paid with their lives
Selflessly making the great sacrifice
No gravestones no cross marked the place where they lay
Just the story and gold on the columns of grey

They reach for the sky in the form of a star
Remembering they’re boarding wherever they are

The tanks they rolled in through the mist and the snow
There guns spitting fire set the night all aglow
Shells exploding blowing young dreams to pieces
Soldiers were dying the wounded crying Jesus
Over the dead the chaplain did [bad word] their souls to the columns of grey

How well they all fought they gave up their best
Oh God bless their souls I hope they regressed
And those who were spared with their stories to tell
The whole frozen snow and the Christmas of [bad word] Faced to return every year just to pray
And remember old friends neath the columns of grey

They reach for the sky in the form of a star
Remembering they’re boarding wherever they are

The voices I heard were the souls of the dead
I listened intently to each word they said
No wars worth beginning the price is too high
Pray for peace in this world no one else has to die
Beware men and words they both can be twained
Their stories not told on the columns of grey

And if on lifes journey one day you might stray
Like the hill oer Bastoine you find columns of grey

They reach for the sky in the form of a star
Remembering they’re boarding wherever they are
Amen amen, amen.