A NEW REPLACEMENT HAS ARRIVED AT THE SCENE
STROLLING THROUGH THE HUERTGEN WOODS SO GREEN.
ONLY A CAMERA IN HIS TREMBLING HAND
AS HE SURVEYED THIS GOD FORSAKEN LAND.
WHERE BRAVE GERMAN SOLDIERS MADE THEIR STAND
AND AMERICAN'S CHARGED THEM AS PLANNED.

WHERE WE CRAWLED FORWARD TO MEET THE FOE
PATRICK WALKS UPRIGHT WHEREVER HE WANTS TO GO.
NO HIDDEN MINES UNDER HIS FEET
NO SNIPERS WILL HE CHANCE TO MEET.
NOT BOTHERED BY WINTER COLD OR THE HEAT
OF BATTLE OR THE DEATH ANGEL HE MUST GREET.

NOW HE STROLL'S THE SAME WOODED TRAIL
THAT WE LIMPED BACK FROM THAT BLOODY HELL.
ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY MEN STARTED THE ATTACK
NOW FIFTY FIVE OF US ARE COMING BACK.
OUR DEAD COMRADES DIDN'T BRAVERY LACK
NOW THEIR BODY'S BEFORE THE GERMANS ARE STACKED.

PATRICK AS YOU WALK DOWN THE KALL TRAIL TO HELL
CAN YOU HEAR THE VOICES OF LONG AGO AS THEY TELL.
YOU NOT TO GO DOWN THE ROAD, IT IS A PLACE TO DREAD
CAN'T YOU HEAR THE SHELL'S SCREAM OVERHEAD?
CAN'T YOU HEAR THE PITIFUL CRY'S OF THE WOUNDED?
CAN'T YOU LOOK ABOUT AND SEE THE COUNTLESS DEAD?

NOW ONLY THE GHOSTS STILL WALK THIS FOREST TRACK
THE PATHWAY WHERE ONLY A FEW CAME BACK.
THE GHOSTS STILL LINE THAT CURSED ROAD
STILL CARRY ON THEIR BACK'S THE HEAVY LOAD.
CAN'T YOU HEAR THE OFFICER'S AS THEY GOAD
THE MEN TOO HURRY AS THE SHELLS EXPLODE?

AS PATRICK AIMS HIS CAMERA, HE CAN SEE
THE SAME SIGHT'S THAT FILL MY MEMORY.
HE NOW CAN SEE THE MACHINE GUN'S FIRE
AND WATCH HIS COMRADES EXPIRE.
PATRICK YOU TO HAVE LIVED A FORGOTTEN HOUR
MAY YOU NEVER DIE IN SUCH A DREARY BOWER.