A young man he came
from far and away
to the front
on a cold winter's day
Just a poor farmer's son
was given a gun
and the hope
of glory to come
Now the old winds of war
they will blow they will soar
From the east
as the guns start to roar
But they would not surrender
The pride inside their hearts
When we walk through the fields
over blood that was spilled
for our fatherland
For the freedom they gave
with their names on the graves
for our fatherland
Come on raise your hands
Out in the trenches
down on their knees
Wait for the storm
to unleash
The enemy's name
the fear it remains
It be over in three weeks
they say
But they would not surrender
The pride inside their hearts
When we walk through the fields
over blood that was spilled
for our fatherland
For the freedom they gave
with their names on the graves
for our fatherland
Come one raise your hands
When we walk through the fields
over blood that was spilled
for our fatherland
For the freedom they gave
with their names on the graves
for our fatherland
All the mothers who cried
over soldiers who died
for our fatherland
For the freedom they gave
with their names on the graves
for our fatherland
Come on raise your hands