From the recording Dunsany Dreaming
Lyrics
The great guns of England, they listen mile on mile
To the boasts of a broken War-Lord
They lift their throats and smile
But the old woods are fallen
For a while
The old woods are fallen; yet will they come again
They will come back some springtime
With warm winds and with rain
For Nature guardeth her children
Never in vain
They will come back some season; it may be a hundred years
It is all one to Nature
With the centuries that are hers
She shall bring back her children
And dry all their tears
But the tears of a would-be War-Lord
Shall never cease to flow
He shall weep for the poisoned armies
Whenever the gas-winds blow
He shall always weep for his widows
And all Hell shall know.
The tears of a pitiless Kaiser
Shallow they'll flow and wide
Wide as the desolation
Made by his silly pride
When he slaughtered a little people
To stab France in her side