John Condon

[Intro]
                     

[Verse]
                   
Just a day, another day
                  
Beneath the Belgian sun
                             
Passed grave on grave, row upon row
                          
Until I see the name, John Condon

[Verse]
                             
Carved in stone with harp and crown
                    
Little crosses in the ground
                           
And standing there, my silent prayer
                          
Is for this boy who died a soldier

[Chorus]
                     
Wee lad will not grow old
                    
Heroes who don t come home
                      
Here they lie in Belgian fields
            
In fields of wheat

[Instrumental]
          

[Verse]
                            
Just a recruit in soldiers  blue
                       
From Ireland s shores to here
                                
This living hell, this cold (could tell)
                                  
Where young men die like you, John Condon

[Verse]
                            
And all around, the harp and crown
                 
The crosses in the ground
                             
Stands up and proves the bitter truth
                               
The waste of youth that lies forgotten

[Chorus]
                     
Wee lad will not grow old
                    
Heroes who won t come home
                      
Here they lie in Belgian fields
            
In fields of wheat

[Instrumental]
                      
                        

[Verse]
                            
Now tell me John,  fore I go on
                        
What did you come in here for?
                              
With Ireland s home, your life untold
                           
Fourteen years old to die a soldier

[Bridge]
                            
And all around, the harp and crown
                 
The crosses in the ground

What cause to serve, so underserved
                     
Heroes that don’t come home
                      
Sing out for all their souls
                      
Here they lie in Belgian fields
            
In fields of wheat

[Outro]