Abney Park

I have marched for years on end
My comrades fell as I defend
The goals I set. My armies fled--
Fell as they ran, trampled our dead

I rush--
Back through the fields, I am hush
All the ghosts of the dead are awake--I am afraid

The ghosts of comrades dead and gone
Rise in my path to do me wrong
As wars are fought, armies abide
Should I be tried for men who died?

I rush--
Back through the fields, I am hush
All the ghosts of the dead are awake--I am afraid