Red Desert Ballad

The wind across the pass is dry and cold

Like stories of the soldiers never told

Through valleys cut in stone we make our way

To find our rest before the break of day (ahhhh)

And the mountains stand as silent guards of stone

In a foreign land we find ourselves alone

But the driving march goes on into the night

Waiting for the morning light (oh-oh-oh)

The dust has settled on our heavy boots

A distant drum that pulls us to our roots

No medals shine upon our faded coats

Only the echo of these solemn notes

And the mountains stand as silent guards of stone

In a foreign land we find ourselves alone

But the driving march goes on into the night

Waiting for the morning light (oh-oh-oh)

We march ahead...

Into the gray... (ahhhh)