There’s a thunder on the wind my friend   Today this tale begun   You here the shouts of fightin‘ men   And the beatin‘ of the drum   We hear a prayer on every breath   Oh lord, let this all pass   There’re shadows on the far hillside   There’s blood all on the grass     The battle shouts are slient now   In the mud these young men lie   The name of their own dear sweetheart   Their last breath as they die   The pike, the sword, the musket all   Performed the deadly task   A lark sings in the clear blue sky   There’s blood all on the grass     There’s mist all on the quiet field   Where the fox and rabbit run   The glowing sky is growing red   With the setting of the sun   And the blood-red river’s running by   Neath the bridge as it does pass   With the lives and the loves of all young men   There’s blood all on the grass