The Ninth Track Lyrics

The Ninth Track
The day is almost done;
Drop the knapsack and the heavy gun.
Chilled and wet and weary,
Wander to and fro,
Seeking wood to kindle
Fire amidst the snow.
Shivering, 'midst the darkness,
Valiant men are found,
There devoutly kneeling
On the frozen ground
Pleading for their country,
In their hour of woe
For it's soldiers marching
Shoeless through the snow