It was just after sunrise and down by the sea
down on the sandflats where nothin' will grow
come drummin' and footsteps like out of a dream
where the golden green waters come in

Just nine lucky soldiers had come through the night
Half of them wounded and barely alive
Just nine out of twenty was a headed for home
with eleven sad stories to tell

I remember quite clearly when I got out of bed
I said oh good morning what a beautiful day