| [00:15.59] |
Walker sees the mist rise |
| [00:19.38] |
Over no man's land |
| [00:22.98] |
He sees in front of him |
| [00:26.58] |
A smashed-up wasteground |
| [00:29.92] |
There are no fields or trees |
| [00:33.61] |
No blades of grass |
| [00:37.20] |
Just unhurried ghosts are there |
| [00:41.41] |
Hanging in the wire |
| [00:52.15] |
Walker's in the wire |
| [00:55.95] |
Limbs point upwards |
| [00:59.64] |
There are no birds singing |
| [01:03.04] |
The white cliffs of Dover |
| [01:06.63] |
There are no trees to sing from |
| [01:10.27] |
Walker cannot hear the wind |
| [01:14.38] |
Far-off symphony |
| [01:17.88] |
To hear the guns beginning |
| [01:43.84] |
Walker's in the mist |
| [01:48.19] |
Rising over no man's land |
| [01:58.25] |
In the battered wasteground |
| [02:06.07] |
Hear the guns firing |
