Kneeling ,
So still
Beneath the tree,
His empty sten across his knee,
Looking so alive, the blue face of death
Belied it, defending his comrades, he gave his life,
Beneath a tree kneeling.
Kneeling ,
So still
Beneath the tree,
His empty sten across his knee,
Looking so alive, the blue face of death
Belied it, defending his comrades, he gave his life,
Beneath a tree kneeling.