Seems that glory for the dead has now gone,
The ivory graves and ebony crypts,
And helms displaced, while bones are dust,
Armor, swords, and shields to rust!

Yes...it's the saddest thing you've ever seen;
To see the pipes played on the green
In memory of those who've died..
While mothers weep and children dream.

Church bells toll in sad remorse
For peace disrupt and war abroad;
Women bid their men farewell,
Those damned to an eternal hell!

Yes...it's the saddest thing you've ever seen;
To see the pipes played on the green,
For those who've wished for peace instead!
And were given war to dread!

Their pikes and swords and spears aloft!
Steady snow a falling, falling
Upon the heads of those to die..
No more stark green pastures of treasure..

Yes...it's the saddest thing you've ever seen;
To see the pipes played on the green.
For those who've cared enough to fight!
And die in an awful flight....

Fire flood the sky it pours,
Running dreams into the ground!
Fleeing soldiers all in ruin
Death has come, his mate is nigh.

Yes...it's the saddest thing you've ever seen!
To see the blood upon the green.
For those who fought and those who played!
With their lives and souls have paid.

The saddest thing you've ever seen:
For now is death upon that green...