Crucifix Corner Fish (Rock)

In the cornfields speckled poppies glow in a twilight, moving shadows
From the High Wood the reaper walks
A harvest to be gathered
The skylark’s solo fateful cry, the hares alert now scattered
The pheasant raised by beating drums
In a field prepared for battle

The orders raised at crack of dawn
The regiment made ready then stood the day beneath a sun
Impatient for their calling
And now’s the time and now’s the hour
And now’s the chance for glory
The clarion call, the bugles send
The lancers from Crucifix Corner

The melody of pounding hooves, their harnesses a jangling
And up the line the squadrons move
A dark parade assembling
Light horse crossing heavy ground, trembling trepidation
The steaming flanks the nervous hearts require no more motivation
Fleeting prayers by Crucifix Corner

Where spent men rise and the wounded cheer at the sight of their salvation
The hopes and prayers for the breakthrough
Promised this conflict will soon be over