The ground is wet, but not wet with rain All dyed red but, not sodden with wine Blood of men, wound in war array Is what darkens a land once so fine I have seen the strong man fall and die And the young meet his fate Where the mountain winds go sounding by In the Roncesvalles' Strait All around, swords of kingly state, Broken shields, blood-stained helms, lances cleft And that they, moved at morn elate On a bare bed of d**h now are left I have seen the strong man fall and die And the young meet his fate Where the mountain winds go sounding by In that gloomy wild strait Roncesvalles' day, swords shining high Roncesvalles' day, fighting with pride Roncesvalles' day, but by this time it's too late In the Roncesvalles' Strait Darkest day, this for valour's pay Is the pride of your manhood that fell But the brave in the battle slain By the devil, they died really well! I have seen the strong man fall and die And the young meet his fate Where the mountain winds go sounding by In that gloomy wild strait Roncesvalles' day, swords shining high Roncesvalles' day, fighting with pride Roncesvalles' day, but by this time it's too late Roncesvalles' day, so far away Roncesvalles' day, their homeward way Roncesvalles' day, there's no return home today From the Roncesvalles' Strait From the Strait