Letter From A Distant Shore

Bernard Fanning - Rock, Australia
Letter From A Distant Shore
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Duration: 5:57
Lyrics
Dear brother You would not believe What this killing field forced my eyes to see From the sniper's post with a trembling hand I put a bullet into another man I watched the crimson bloom on his uniform Billow like a cloud 'til his life was gone With the killer's stain heavy on me now I fix my bayonet for the final hour When that whistle blows Its mournful sound will deliver me to the hungry mouths Of the howling hounds of Hell When the snowball comes on the recruitment drive Don't let your heart swell up with unfounded pride For a distant king you'll be fighting for Lay you down to waste on a distant shore The killer's stain heavy on me now I fix my bayonet for the final hour When that whistle blows Its mournful sound will deliver me to the hungry mouths Of the howling hounds of Hell The howling hounds of Hell The howling hounds of Hell Mmm... Na, na, na Na, na, na Na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na Na, na, na Na, na, na Na, na, na Na, na, na...
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- Bernard Fanning