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 20 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 colour of the earth that day It was dull and browny red The colour of blood, I'd say