Foreign Skies - The Dreadnoughts

We are the men of sweat and steel

We are the men the world denies

So now we walk abandoned fields

Beneath these foreign skies

We’re gonna join the bitter test

And though there’s some will break and fall

Where there’s nothing here but happiness

And duty’s restless call

So it calls, but only to the chosen

To the boys who landed at Liège

Meet me at the station

In the glory of the sun

Into the arms by which the world was won

Come on and wipe away your tears

And the memories bright and gay

The laughter of unclouded years

Will slowly bleed away

Staring at the stars above

Underneath these foreign skies

We’ve never been so happy love

In all our goddamned lives

All our lives, have been for naught and wasted

All our lives, soon to be redeemed

Meet me at the station

With a banner and a grin

We’ll watch the sun go down

On old Berlin

And when it was done and we’d carried the day

I watched her life’s blood go slipping away

And I stared down, into her cold blue eyes

Sweet mother Mary, deliver your grace

Deliver us all from the look on her face

And the screams

The long and desperate sighs

All our lives

Have been a cruel secret

All our lives

A tender age in bloom

So I drink this final cup

And rest this weary head

And watch the waters rising up

To wash away the dead

And when we’re rid of this disease

And we have won the prize

I never will return to these

Foreign skies