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
20 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