Louis was my dearest friend
Fighting in the ANZAC trench
Louis ran forward from the line
And I never saw him again

Later, in the dark
I thought I heard Louis' voice
Calling for his mother, then me
But I couldn't get to him

He's still up on that hill
80 years on that hill
Nothing more than a pile of bones
But I think of him still

If I was asked, I'd tell
The colour of the earth that day
It was dull and browny red
The colour of blood, I'd say