Sanoja: Don McLean. Other. The Grave.

The grave that they dug him had flowers
Gathered from the hillsides in bright summer colors
And the brown earth bleached white at the edge of his gravestone
He's gone

When the wars of our nation did beckon
A man barely twenty did answer the call
Proud of the trust that he placed in our nation
He's gone
But eternity knows him
And he knows what we've done

And the rain fell like pearls on the leaves of the flowers
Leaving brown muddy clay where the earth had been dry
And deep in the trench, he waited for hours
As he held to his rifle and prayed not to die

But the silence of night was shattered by fire
As guns and grenades blasted sharp through the air
One after another, his comrades were slaughtered
In a morgue of marines, alone standing there

He crouched ever lower, ever lower with fear
"They can't let me die...they can't let me die here!
I'll cover myself with the mud and the earth
I'll cover myself! I know I'm not brave!
The earth...the earth...the earth is my grave..."

The grave that they dug him had flowers
Gathered from the hillsides in bright summer colors
And the brown earth bleached white at the edge of his gravestone
He's gone