The leaves of grass will not pass on though the millstones grind them into dust.
For the earth shall give life to them but only the grass will grow once more.

And the brave must fall to honor the names of the ones who have gone before
and the earth shall give new life to them but only the grass will grow once more.

If people could look into each other's eyes, what a wonderful place this world would be.
All strife would end, we could start again and dreams like these must not pass on.

But the brave keep falling to honor the names of the ones who have gone before
and the earth shall give new life to them, but only the grass will grow once more.
And the brave keep falling to honor the names of the ones who have gone before
and the earth shall give new life to them, but only the grass will grow once more.

The leaves of grass will not pass on though the millstones grind them into dust.
For the earth shall give life to them but only the grass will grow once more.