Down below the feet were marching on

There was glory calling, flowers were thrown

Although the sun was shining

The cold blue light of morning

Can't melt the layers of dreams

Left from the night before

The dream goes on...



Yes, the mood was stirring

Yes, the eyes were shining

To answer honours calling wreaths were laid

All the girls were smiling

The young men held a wine

Marching on the dreams

Left from the night before

The dream goes on...



Watch the smiles turning into tears

They'll send the young men to war

Down below the feet were marching on

There was glory calling, flowers were thrown

Although the sun was shining

The cold blue light of morning

Can't melt the layers of dreams

Left from the night before

The dream goes on...



Same blood same sun

The dream goes marching on...