I saw the sun I saw the light touch my skin and it felt warm I heard a sigh (he heard his sigh) I heard my sigh I hurt my lungs and it burnt my tongue as air went by These words I meant to speak But it's silence that we reap This land is a wasteland A "taste land" for bitter and for sweet On my lips, so gently kissed I perceived lament and hiss Lightning strikes, as known hereby, sometimes twice And then I found what I came here for The relics of our Civil War Trenches, blackened trees and mud up to our knees These words I meant to speak But it's silence that we reap This land is a wasteland A "taste land" for bitter and for sweet This land is a wasteland It's the vanity of our affairs