Walker sees the mist rise Over no man's land He sees in front of him A smashed-up wasteground There are no fields or trees No blades of grass Just unhurried ghosts are there Hanging in the wire Walker's in the wire Limbs point upwards There are no birds singing The white cliffs of Dover There are no trees to sing from Walker cannot hear the wind Far-off symphony To hear the guns beginning Walker's in the mist Rising over no man's land In the battered wasteground Hear the guns firing
[00:15.59]Walker sees the mist rise [00:19.38]Over no man's land [00:22.98]He sees in front of him [00:26.58]A smashed-up wasteground [00:29.92]There are no fields or trees [00:33.61]No blades of grass [00:37.20]Just unhurried ghosts are there [00:41.41]Hanging in the wire [00:52.15]Walker's in the wire [00:55.95]Limbs point upwards [00:59.64]There are no birds singing [01:03.04]The white cliffs of Dover [01:06.63]There are no trees to sing from [01:10.27]Walker cannot hear the wind [01:14.38]Far-off symphony [01:17.88]To hear the guns beginning [01:43.84]Walker's in the mist [01:48.19]Rising over no man's land [01:58.25]In the battered wasteground [02:06.07]Hear the guns firing
