Limping Hearts On A Valiant Battlefied
They Have Stopped Singing For The Nurses To Mend
For Days Without Joyful Music
Limping Hearts Now Are Wounded And Weak
Their Nation Longs To Hear Their Voices
Instead Has Listened To The Explosions Of Bombs
Limping Hearts Lie Still On Crimson Soil
Awaiting To Inhale The First Jingle Of Noel
Winter Soon To Creep Home
From A Long Journey Through A Deadly Storm
The Bloody War Now Near The End
Amd Those Limping Heart Will Sing Like A Merry Hummingbird