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)