| Song | The Grave |
| Artist | Don McLean |
| Album | American Pie |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:01.570] | The grave that they dug him had flowers |
| [00:07.8] | Gathered from the hillsides in bright summer colors, |
| [00:12.570] | And the brown earth bleached white at the edge of his gravestone. |
| [00:18.70] | He's gone. |
| [00:30.390] | When the wars of our nation did beckon, |
| [00:34.948] | A man barely twenty did answer the calling. |
| [00:39.509] | Proud of the trust that he placed in our nation, |
| [00:43.858] | He's gone, |
| [00:46.838] | But Eternity knows him, and it knows what we've done. |
| [00:56.588] | And the rain fell like pearls on the leaves of the flowers |
| [01:04.199] | Leaving brown, muddy clay where the earth had been dry. |
| [01:11.39] | And deep in the trench he waited for hours, |
| [01:17.380] | As he held to his rifle and prayed not to die. |
| [01:25.939] | But the silence of night was shattered by fire |
| [01:31.859] | As guns and grenades blasted sharp through the air. |
| [01:38.399] | And one after another his comrades were slaughtered. |
| [01:44.130] | In morgue of Marines, alone standing there. |
| [01:52.100] | He crouched ever lower, ever lower with fear. |
| [01:58.798] | They can't let me die! The can't let me die here! |
| [02:02.179] | I'll cover myself with the mud and the earth. |
| [02:07.919] | I'll cover myself! I know I'm not brave! |
| [02:14.480] | The earth! the earth! the earth is my grave. |
| [02:50.980] | The grave that they dug him had flowers |
| [02:56.490] | Gathered from the hillsides in bright summer colors, |
| [03:01.890] | And the brown earth bleached white at the edge of his gravestone. |
| [03:09.830] | He's gone. |
| [00:01.570] | The grave that they dug him had flowers |
| [00:07.8] | Gathered from the hillsides in bright summer colors, |
| [00:12.570] | And the brown earth bleached white at the edge of his gravestone. |
| [00:18.70] | He' s gone. |
| [00:30.390] | When the wars of our nation did beckon, |
| [00:34.948] | A man barely twenty did answer the calling. |
| [00:39.509] | Proud of the trust that he placed in our nation, |
| [00:43.858] | He' s gone, |
| [00:46.838] | But Eternity knows him, and it knows what we' ve done. |
| [00:56.588] | And the rain fell like pearls on the leaves of the flowers |
| [01:04.199] | Leaving brown, muddy clay where the earth had been dry. |
| [01:11.39] | And deep in the trench he waited for hours, |
| [01:17.380] | As he held to his rifle and prayed not to die. |
| [01:25.939] | But the silence of night was shattered by fire |
| [01:31.859] | As guns and grenades blasted sharp through the air. |
| [01:38.399] | And one after another his comrades were slaughtered. |
| [01:44.130] | In morgue of Marines, alone standing there. |
| [01:52.100] | He crouched ever lower, ever lower with fear. |
| [01:58.798] | They can' t let me die! The can' t let me die here! |
| [02:02.179] | I' ll cover myself with the mud and the earth. |
| [02:07.919] | I' ll cover myself! I know I' m not brave! |
| [02:14.480] | The earth! the earth! the earth is my grave. |
| [02:50.980] | The grave that they dug him had flowers |
| [02:56.490] | Gathered from the hillsides in bright summer colors, |
| [03:01.890] | And the brown earth bleached white at the edge of his gravestone. |
| [03:09.830] | He' s gone. |
| [00:01.570] | The grave that they dug him had flowers |
| [00:07.8] | Gathered from the hillsides in bright summer colors, |
| [00:12.570] | And the brown earth bleached white at the edge of his gravestone. |
| [00:18.70] | He' s gone. |
| [00:30.390] | When the wars of our nation did beckon, |
| [00:34.948] | A man barely twenty did answer the calling. |
| [00:39.509] | Proud of the trust that he placed in our nation, |
| [00:43.858] | He' s gone, |
| [00:46.838] | But Eternity knows him, and it knows what we' ve done. |
| [00:56.588] | And the rain fell like pearls on the leaves of the flowers |
| [01:04.199] | Leaving brown, muddy clay where the earth had been dry. |
| [01:11.39] | And deep in the trench he waited for hours, |
| [01:17.380] | As he held to his rifle and prayed not to die. |
| [01:25.939] | But the silence of night was shattered by fire |
| [01:31.859] | As guns and grenades blasted sharp through the air. |
| [01:38.399] | And one after another his comrades were slaughtered. |
| [01:44.130] | In morgue of Marines, alone standing there. |
| [01:52.100] | He crouched ever lower, ever lower with fear. |
| [01:58.798] | They can' t let me die! The can' t let me die here! |
| [02:02.179] | I' ll cover myself with the mud and the earth. |
| [02:07.919] | I' ll cover myself! I know I' m not brave! |
| [02:14.480] | The earth! the earth! the earth is my grave. |
| [02:50.980] | The grave that they dug him had flowers |
| [02:56.490] | Gathered from the hillsides in bright summer colors, |
| [03:01.890] | And the brown earth bleached white at the edge of his gravestone. |
| [03:09.830] | He' s gone. |