Lyrics
THE UNKNOWN WARRIOR
We travelled you and me
We travelled hopefully
Marching on the road or ailing on the water
Only hoping we’d come home again
There are no wounds to bind or heal
No victory to tell you
Just one last journey
From one last field
No grave to lay you
No grave to lay you
We walked out you and me
We walked out gallantly
Marching to the noise
With all the other boys
Only hoping we’d come back again
One bright morning
One bright morning
One bright morning
One bright morning
Now you’re buried with the kings
For the good you did it seems
Known unto God
But they brought you home again
RICHARD ALEXANDER ROSS
Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC