My heart lies in a cornfield,
Neath stalks, that bend, and sway.
The combine thunders high above,
But hears not what I say
He`ll never know the banshee`s scream
That uttered from this place
Nor feel the pain of men who passed,
With ice upon their face
Where frozen feet did tramp thru here
As one last battle fought
For lack of food, and boots to wear,
Their plight, it was so fraught
But here, my heart will always be
Forever, and a day.
To lay with them, my brothers all,
This heart, all clothed in gray.