Our day has ended.
We saw no one,
Our work finished,
Our thoughts free to run,
Though we heard their motors
And we heard their guns
Tearing through the valley
Of our big red sun.
Darkness comes up
Like smoke from the ground.
We know our works will perish
And will not leave a sound,
But still we had this day,
And each other for awhile,
And still we had our big red sun.
Our big red sun.
