One More Yard - Orchestral

The weight, it's killing me Said on her face what will be When the whistle breaks this trance I'll see my friends take their last chance And we know there's no return Our hopes in this hole will burn But now I can see Little children play upon green hills far, far away Our girls, our mums, our friends I can see their tears They know our end For now our time has come And only God survives man's gun I can't go on one more yard Grey ghosts now drifting by Oh, I can hear their lonesome cries And this battle now is over for all my friends, all gone and died And now it's time to kneel and pray To our God, spare me again So I can still file on This war's so hard I can't go on one more yard