SONG OF THE GUNS
This is the song that our guns keep singing,Here where the dark steel shines;This is the song with their big shells wingingOver the German lines—“We are taking you home by the shortest way,We are taking you out of this blood and slimeTo the land you left in an ancient day,Where lost lanes wander at twilight time;We are bringing you peaceIn the swift releaseFrom the grind where the gas drifts blur;On a steel shod trackWe are taking you back,We are taking you back to Her!”This is the song that our guns keep roaring,Out through the night and rain;This is the song with their big shell soaringOver the battered plain—“We are taking you home by the only way,By the only road that will get you backTo the dreams you left where the dusk was grayAnd the night wind sang of a long-lost track;We are bringing you restFrom the bitter test,From the pits where the great shells whirr;Through the bloody loamWe are taking you home,We are taking you home to Her!”Grantland Rice, 1st Lt., F.A.
This is the song that our guns keep singing,Here where the dark steel shines;This is the song with their big shells wingingOver the German lines—“We are taking you home by the shortest way,We are taking you out of this blood and slimeTo the land you left in an ancient day,Where lost lanes wander at twilight time;We are bringing you peaceIn the swift releaseFrom the grind where the gas drifts blur;On a steel shod trackWe are taking you back,We are taking you back to Her!”This is the song that our guns keep roaring,Out through the night and rain;This is the song with their big shell soaringOver the battered plain—“We are taking you home by the only way,By the only road that will get you backTo the dreams you left where the dusk was grayAnd the night wind sang of a long-lost track;We are bringing you restFrom the bitter test,From the pits where the great shells whirr;Through the bloody loamWe are taking you home,We are taking you home to Her!”Grantland Rice, 1st Lt., F.A.
This is the song that our guns keep singing,Here where the dark steel shines;This is the song with their big shells wingingOver the German lines—
This is the song that our guns keep singing,
Here where the dark steel shines;
This is the song with their big shells winging
Over the German lines—
“We are taking you home by the shortest way,We are taking you out of this blood and slimeTo the land you left in an ancient day,Where lost lanes wander at twilight time;We are bringing you peaceIn the swift releaseFrom the grind where the gas drifts blur;On a steel shod trackWe are taking you back,We are taking you back to Her!”
“We are taking you home by the shortest way,
We are taking you out of this blood and slime
To the land you left in an ancient day,
Where lost lanes wander at twilight time;
We are bringing you peace
In the swift release
From the grind where the gas drifts blur;
On a steel shod track
We are taking you back,
We are taking you back to Her!”
This is the song that our guns keep roaring,Out through the night and rain;This is the song with their big shell soaringOver the battered plain—
This is the song that our guns keep roaring,
Out through the night and rain;
This is the song with their big shell soaring
Over the battered plain—
“We are taking you home by the only way,By the only road that will get you backTo the dreams you left where the dusk was grayAnd the night wind sang of a long-lost track;We are bringing you restFrom the bitter test,From the pits where the great shells whirr;Through the bloody loamWe are taking you home,We are taking you home to Her!”Grantland Rice, 1st Lt., F.A.
“We are taking you home by the only way,
By the only road that will get you back
To the dreams you left where the dusk was gray
And the night wind sang of a long-lost track;
We are bringing you rest
From the bitter test,
From the pits where the great shells whirr;
Through the bloody loam
We are taking you home,
We are taking you home to Her!”
Grantland Rice, 1st Lt., F.A.