The Grave - Don McLean (唐·麦克林)

The grave that they dug him had flowers

Gathered from the hillsides in bright summer colours

And the brown earth bleached white at the edge of his gravestone

He's gone

When the wars of our nation did beckon

A man barely twenty did answer the calling

Proud of the trust that he placed in our nation

He's gone

But eternity knows him

And it knows what we've done

And the rain fell like pearls

On the leaves of the flowers

Leaving brown muddy clay

Where the earth had been dry

And deep in the trench

He waited for hours

As he held to his rifle

And prayed not to die

But the silence of night

Was shattered by fire

As guns and grenades

Blasted sharp through the air

One after another

His comrades were slaughtered

In morgue of marines

Alone standing there

He crouched ever lower

Ever lower with fear

They can't let me die

They can't let me die here

I'll cover myself

With the mud and the earth

I'll cover myself

I know I'm not brave

The earth

The earth

The earth is my grave

The grave that they dug him had flowers

Gathered from the hillsides in bright summer colours

And the brown earth bleached white at the edge of his gravestone

He's gone