An autumn evening of gold and blue
And the air all around is still
Seven bright stars they lie beneath
Seven white crosses on a hill

Seven young men went driving on
Into the evening's hue
Ever onward they followed the call
Seven roses that never did bloom

Trusting in others with wealth and power
"Here's to damnation" they cheered
There's a prayer in the leaf of their Bibles black
To a God unseen but well feared

"Please don't grieve Mary my dear
Our mission it will soon end"
The squaddie's letter it lay by his side
As the bullets they blew him to hell

Seven brothers lie side by side
United by a bloody long war
Seven good soldiers, seven dead men
None knew what the hell they died for