| Fields |
|---|
| Dresden burning in the night |
| Coventry is still alight |
| Above the blood the pain and fire |
| There is a sign, we’re ruled by liars |
| She took me from the village square |
| Through fields the colour of her hair |
| Where hammers crossed point to the sky |
| And fathers brothers and lovers lie |
| She stopped and turned to look at me |
| But only sorrow, no hate I see |
| She said for me please, and all the others |
| No more wars amongst brothers |
