Upon the morning after br The battlefield lay red br Where the cloverleaf it grows br Where the quail it beds br br The fog of death it settles in br This once pictorial site br Where men they once walked this earth br But died for one man's right br br Tonight will hear the mothers br The brothers, the sisters cry br As bodies they are brought back home br And loved ones close their eyes br br Tomorrow it will be br In stone their memory br Where men they once laughed with us br But now no longer breath br br Upon the morning after br No sweat upon his brow br The king who had his right to fight br Who shall I conquer now.