In the silence of the meadow where valor proudly sleeps, there rests an unknown soldier somewhere beneath my feet.

The spirit of our Fathers shall always live in me;
their forfeiture of life set this country free.

Their cause so brave and noble no fear to take a stand; they knew the price to be paid to save the Promised Land.

This is my native homeland I will fight to keep her free; if she comes a calling America can count on me.

How beautiful my patriot dream to honor my country's calling; how ugly the battle cry
to see my brothers falling.

The prayers of brave and frightened souls cry out in liberating strife: thanking God for his mercy in sparing them their life.

How fortunate this battle won to salute the proud and brave: I look upon fallen loved ones as I rest them in their grave.

In the silence of the battle where my heart proudly weeps; there rests an unknown soldier somewhere beneath my feet.

Back in my native homeland they may never understand; the price a soldier has to pay to save the Promised Land.