Sound over battle

There’s a sound hangs over battle

When the fight is done and won

There’s a sound hangs over battle

That can’t be made a song

There's a sound hangs over battle

In both vict'ry and defeat

It makes no bloody difference

It's bitter never sweet!

The singing of the mountains and the rain upon my face

The fading light of evening marks a place of holy grace

Of ground that holds our men and boys who followed in the chase

To sons, and brothers, friends and foes who lost the violent race.

There’s a sound hangs over battle

When the ground’s no longer red

There’s a sound hangs over battle

Unheard by those abed.

There’s a sound hangs over battle

That few men would want to share

There’s a sound hangs over battle

It’s heard by those who dare.

The singing of the mountains and the rain upon my face

The fading light of evening marks a place of holy grace

Of ground that holds our men and boys who followed in the chase

To sons, and brothers, friends and foes who lost the violent race.

There's a sound hangs over battle

The crows and vultures know

There's a sound hangs over battle

Where no caw nor bark can grow.

There’s a sound hangs over battle

That few will ever hear

There’s a sound hangs over battle

Called the silence after fear.

The singing of the mountains and the rain upon my face

The fading light of evening marks a place of holy grace

Of ground that holds our men and boys who followed in the chase

To sons, and brothers, friends and foes who lost the violent race.

Robin Horsfall.