The Price of a Mile ©Music: Brodén ©Lyrics: Brodén/Sundström Hear the sound of a machinegun Hear it echo in the night Mortars firing rains the scene Scars the fields that once were green It’s a stalemate at the frontline Where the soldiers rest in mud Roads and houses all is gone There’s no glory to be won Know that many men will suffer Know that many will die Half a million lives at stake At the fields of Passchendaele And as the night falls the general calls And the battle carries on and on What is the purpose of it all? What’s the price of a mile? Thousands of feet march to the beat It’s an army on the march Long way from home Paying the price in young mens lives Thousands of feet march to the beat It’s an army in despair Knee deep in mud Stuck in a trench with no way out Thousand of machineguns Kept on firing through the night Mortars blazed and wrecked the scene Gone are the fields that once were green Still a deadlock at the frontline Where the soldiers die in mud Roads and houses since long gone Still no glory has been won Know that many have suffered Know that many have died 6 miles of ground have been won Half a million men are gone And as the men crawled the general called And the killing carried on and on What was the purpose of it all? What’s the price of a mile? There’s no price for a mile |