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