Land of the Bloody Unknown

There were letters unopened at the foot of my bed
 When I woke up with you in the morn
 There were lions roaring on ships in the harbour
 The night my true love was born
 There's a minstrel singing of the holy dove
 On the mountain of old St Jerome
 There is glass on the floor of the hallway I walk
 When the stars bear down from their throne
 And the old southern cross is shown
 And it points down the sad road home
 To the land of the bloody unknown
 I heard that your mother took off in the fall
 With her pretty curls and her wooden spoon
 I heard you whispering to yourself last night
 She'll be coming home some day soon
 Well the wine you drink is stained deep in your shirt
 And just like the sin in my soul
 It is never ever ever ever coming out
 While the stars bear down from their throne
 And the old southern cross is shown
 And it points down the sad road home
 To the land of the hunter dancing under the trigger
 And the bride washing up on the shore
 I could never really dance that well
 I can't raise the flags or ring them bells
 But I can shoot my gun down the line towards my home
 To the land of the bloody unknown
 There's a black dog watching over me in my sleep
 And I stir just to toss him the bone
 There's a red moon rising on the hills tonight
 Where the stars bear down from their throne
 And the old southern cross is shown
 And it points down the sad road home