The theme is recurring in time
They were placed upon a beach
Carried forward by metal boats
As youth offered up in sacrifice
Mist or smoke obscured the view
Made impossible to see the heights
Or the targets, or the walls to seek
Made impossible to see the heights
Or the targets, or the walls to seek
The slaughter was enormous
A tide rising churned crimson
With viscera and ichors of men
A tide rising churned crimson
With viscera and ichors of men
The dead floated face down
But the numbers were lower
Than all of the worst estimates
Of the planners and thinkers
In Washington and London bunkers
But the numbers were lower
Than all of the worst estimates
Of the planners and thinkers
In Washington and London bunkers
Here the youth who survived
Would thereafter have stories
To grieve and yet to remember
To grieve and yet to remember
Because they alone were alive
As their friends had died
Washing upon the shores
Of Normandy
As their friends had died
Washing upon the shores
Of Normandy
