[00:15.59]Walker sees the mist rise
[00:19.38]Over no man's land
[00:22.98]He sees in front of him
[00:26.58]A smashed-up wasteground
[00:29.92]There are no fields or trees
[00:33.61]No blades of grass
[00:37.20]Just unhurried ghosts are there
[00:41.41]Hanging in the wire
[00:52.15]Walker's in the wire
[00:55.95]Limbs point upwards
[00:59.64]There are no birds singing
[01:03.04]The white cliffs of Dover
[01:06.63]There are no trees to sing from
[01:10.27]Walker cannot hear the wind
[01:14.38]Far-off symphony
[01:17.88]To hear the guns beginning
[01:43.84]Walker's in the mist
[01:48.19]Rising over no man's land
[01:58.25]In the battered wasteground
[02:06.07]Hear the guns firing

Walker sees the mist rise
Over no man's land
He sees in front of him
A smashed-up wasteground
There are no fields or trees
No blades of grass
Just unhurried ghosts are there
Hanging in the wire
Walker's in the wire
Limbs point upwards
There are no birds singing
The white cliffs of Dover
There are no trees to sing from
Walker cannot hear the wind
Far-off symphony
To hear the guns beginning
Walker's in the mist
Rising over no man's land
In the battered wasteground
Hear the guns firing