John Hill lies in Bailleul as I lie in bed
One hundred years silent, one hundred years dead
His blood was not my blood but for me it shed
John Hill lies in Bailleul and I live now instead
Mary Jane trembled as she opened the door
The telegram fluttered and fell to the floor
Upstairs baby Doll lay asleep in her bed
But in the cold mud of Flanders her father was lying dead
John Hill lies in Bailleul as I rise from sleep
His dreams are now my dreams to live and to keep
And when my day darkens before the sunset
I'll sing from the hilltop
"never
never
never forget”
One hundred years silent, one hundred years dead
His blood was not my blood but for me it shed
John Hill lies in Bailleul and I live now instead
Mary Jane trembled as she opened the door
The telegram fluttered and fell to the floor
Upstairs baby Doll lay asleep in her bed
But in the cold mud of Flanders her father was lying dead
John Hill lies in Bailleul as I rise from sleep
His dreams are now my dreams to live and to keep
And when my day darkens before the sunset
I'll sing from the hilltop
"never
never
never forget”
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