(1914 Battlefields Near Luneville)
Upon these rolling Lorraine fields
The autumn sun shines warm and clear
Garnered the summer's ripened yields
Ended the harvest of the year.
Yet these safe peaceful fields have known
War's bitter struggle --- long ago,
When first the call to arms was blown,
When first France checked the maddened foe.
Here flowed the eddying battle tide,
Here was France victor once again,
Here o'er these fields her soldiers died,
Here buried were beneath the plain.
Again the autumn sun shines down
Upon each simple cross marked grave;
In peace now o'er them rich and brown
Are these same fields they died to save.
Upon these rolling Lorraine fields
The autumn sun shines warm and clear
Garnered the summer's ripened yields
Ended the harvest of the year.
Yet these safe peaceful fields have known
War's bitter struggle --- long ago,
When first the call to arms was blown,
When first France checked the maddened foe.
Here flowed the eddying battle tide,
Here was France victor once again,
Here o'er these fields her soldiers died,
Here buried were beneath the plain.
Again the autumn sun shines down
Upon each simple cross marked grave;
In peace now o'er them rich and brown
Are these same fields they died to save.
