Lonely the wind calls
Over the fields
Of the blue and the grey
And slowly the night falls
It hides and conceals
Oh, the blue and the grey

Your thoughts of pride and glory
These things won't bring you home
It's every young man's story
Your castle walls are strong
No fear, no desperate worry
Forget where you belong
With every step you hurry
You have to carry on
We never end up learning
You'll never be returning
 [bad word] like a blind man
Nobody knows if you're blue or you're grey
So tell me how it started
What can you say, whether you're blue
You're blue or you're grey

When, when [bad word] to pass
And you, you breathe your last
When, when [bad word] to pass