[ Featuring Jim Jack ]
Just a day, another day
Beneath the Belgian sun
Passed grave on grave, row upon row
Until I see the name, John Condon
Carved in stone with harp and crown
Little crosses in the ground
And standing there, my silent prayer
Is for a boy who died a soldier
Wee lad who'll not grow old
Heroes that don't come home
Here they lie in Belgian fields
And Picardy
Just young recruits in soldiers' boots
From Ireland's shores to here
This living hell, this Poelcapelle
Where young men fell like you, John Condon
And all around, the harp and crown
The crosses in the ground
Stand up and prove the bitter truth
The waste of youth that lies forgotten
Wee lad who'll not grow old
Heroes that don't come home
Here they lie in Belgian fields
And Picardy
Now tell me John, 'fore I go on
What did you come here for?
With Ireland's bold, your life untold
Fourteen years old, to die a soldier
And all around, the harp and crown
The crosses in the ground
What cause was served?
So undeserved
Heroes that don't come home
Sing out for all their souls
Here they lie in Belgian fields
And Picardy
