Foreign Skies

We are the men of sweat and steel
 We are the men the world denies
 So now we walk abandoned fields
 Beneath these foreign skies
 We're gonna join the bitter test
 And though there's some will break and fall
 Where there's nothing here but happiness
 And duty's restless call
 So it calls, but only to the chosen
 To the boys who landed at Liege
 Meet me at the station, in the glory of the sun
 Into the arms by which the world was won
 Come on and wipe away your tears
 And the memories bright and gay
 The laughter of unclouded years
 Will slowly bleed away
 Staring at the stars above
 Underneath these foreign skies
 We've never been so happy love
 In all our goddamned lives
 All our lives, have been for nought and wasted
 All our lives, soon to be redeemed
 Meet me at the station with a banner and a grin
 We'll watch the sun go down on old Berlin
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 And when it was done, and we'd carried the day
 Well, I watched her life's blood go slipping away
 And I stared down, into her cold blue eyes
 Sweet mother Mary, deliver your grace
 Deliver us all from the look on her face
 And the screams, the long and desperate sighs
 All our lives have been a cruel secret
 All our lives, a tender age in bloom
 So, I drink this final cup and rest this weary head
 And watch the waters rising up to wash away the dead
 And when we're rid of this disease, and we have won the prize
 I never will return to these foreign skies
 Foreign skies, foreign skies