The Colour Of The Earth [Demo]
Polly Harvey
Louis was my dearest friend
Fighting in the ANZAC trench
Louis ran forward from the line
And I never saw him again
Later in the dark
I thought I heard Louis' voice
Calling for his mother, then me
But I couldn't get to him
He's still up on that hill
Eighty years on that hill
Nothing more than a pile of bones
But I think of him still
If I was asked, I'd tell
The colour of the earth that day
It was dull and browny red
The colour of blood, I'd say