Well theres a cross on the hill where the ragweed has grown Where a mothers young son sleeps all alone All for the land that he dreamed he could save Yeah, theres none so beautiful as the brave
Oh, theres a stone in the meadow with all the weight of the world Where the flowers are watered by the brown eyes of a girl She cries for the life that her one true love gave Yeah, theres none so beautiful as the brave
None so beautiful as the boy who cries freedom None so beautiful as the voice that carries far None so strong as love beyond all reason that fears no evil Undaunted by the dark or any wicked mans heart
Oh theres a cross on a hill where no steeple bells ring A shrine with no name where little children sing to the rhythm that rocks us From the cradle to the grave Yeah, theres none so beautiful Oh, theres none so beautiful Oh, theres none so beautiful as the brave