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Away then fly yon bird of peace
And spread your wings across the land,
So red with blood and scarred by shell
May you then greet each soldier's hand,
Your love all hatred could dispel
That rages through that weary line,
So arms be laid down in the mud
And then once more the sun would shine.
So sing for joy as you now go
And may your music fill the air,
For you alone can find a way
To end this sadness and despair,
Sail through the smoke the battles bore
Let peace descend from clouds above,
And fall like rain upon those men
And show the way to lasting love.
Fly on! Fly on! My feathered friend
Across the hills and mountains roam,
Until the guns lay silent fly
To make this land again your home,
For then the flowers will bloom once more
And blossom form upon the bough,
The winds of war shall then be stilled
And all shall heed your lasting vow.
ANDREW BLAKEMORE
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ANDREW BLAKEMORE
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