Foreign Skies The Dreadnoughts

We are the men of sweat and steel
We are the men the world denies
So now we walk abandoned fields
Beneath these foreign skies

We're gonna join the bitter test
And though there's some will break and fall
Where there's nothing here but happiness
And duty's restless call

So it calls, but only to the chosen
To the boys who landed at Liège

Meet me at the station
In the glory of the sun
Into the arms by which the world was won

Come on and wipe away your tears
And the memories bright and gay
The laughter of unclouded years
Will slowly bleed away

Staring at the stars above
Underneath these foreign skies
We've never been so happy love
In all our goddamned lives