PJ Harvey - The Colour of the Earth

Louis was my dearest friend
Fighting in the Anzac trench
Louis ran forward from the line
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
Twenty 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