Bury the Dead

In the morning, the stiff bodies called out to us to come to rest
We must bury the dead
We must bury the dead
That's how I met him, your husband
He was the first to lay down his weapon
And use a bayonet to dig a grave for an Englishman
He said, "Dead is dead in the end
Why should we care which way their rifles pointed?"
Because back home
Their families and lovers and friends would have wanted this
Together, while the others stood
We must have laid a dozen to rest
We must bury the dead
We must bury the dead
The onlookers emerged one by one
Those without shovels, with their helmets, they dug
The infantry worked on past the setting sun
We said, "Dead is dead in the end
Why should we care which way their rifles pointed?"
Because back home
Their families, their lovers, their friends would have wanted this
The onlookers emerged one by one
Those without shovels, with their helmets, they dug
The infantry worked on past the setting sun
We said, "Dead is dead in the end
Why should we care which way their rifles pointed?"
Because back home
Their families, their lovers, their friends would have wanted this