I walk where once the grass was green   And mourn the lark that sings no more   What bird could sing whose eyes have seen   Broken blossoms on the field of war?      And as they lie there in the sun   How unimportant now it seems   Just who has lost and who has won   When with them have died so many dreams      They dreamed that endless hate would end   Unceasing fear, one day, would cease   They dreamed that foe would turn to friend   And eternal war would turn to peace      But who can say how many more   Will join these young and hopeful men?   In fields they've never seen before   Far from fields they'll never see again