Another morning yet so gray Silently stands soldier unknown His heart breaks like it's made of clay Memories which were made forlorn Just how black one day could be Last day on that holy ground Crowd, shouts, blood of free And the siren farewell sound Could it be that all was lost In just one John Bull's flame Generations paid the cost Of another rebellious game Could it be that all was lost In just one John Bull's flame Generations paid the cost Of another rebellious game As ship glides across the sea Written future fades away That brave man, that wasn't he There is no prayer that he could say Fears are now which are absurd Distant tears across the shore Screams at night that stay unheard Freedom cry for evermore Could it be that all was lost In just one John Bull's flame Generations paid the cost Of another rebellious game Could it be that all was lost In just one John Bull's flame Generations paid the cost Of another rebellious game Could it be that all was lost In just one John Bull's flame Generations paid the cost Of another rebellious game Could it be that all was lost In just one John Bull's flame Generations paid the cost Of another rebellious game