Louis was my dearest friend Fighting in the ANZAC trench Louis ran forward from the line I never saw him again Later in the dark I thought I heard Louis' voice Calling for his mother, then me But I couldn't get to him He's still up on that hill Twenty years on that hill Nothing more than a pile of bones But I think of him still If I was asked I'd tell The color of the earth that day It was dull and browny red The color of blood, I'd say