A Place Called Passion - Mick Harvey

The batons woke for battle
On a cold November morn
Sky was dark as velvet still before the dawn
The stood in line and waited
The call to sally falls that day
To a place with sunshine to a place with passion
Out on the front line
And the shells fell all around them before they'd a chance to move
All beaten down into the mud they had no chance to prove
Their bravery of cowardice their body mixed into clay
No beam of sunshine all out of passion out on the front line
Norman he was in that line he'd no way to escape
He fell with all the others as it rained on their parade
Never found a piece of him the lonely field his unmarked grave
Near a place called sunnbrook in a place called passchendale wiped out on the front line
I have a set of books that three years before were his
Palms worth educators on each jacket writ in gilt every day is barred with gold and opens but to a golden key
And in all eight volumes is a dedication inside the cover
For his 21st birthday to a bright future from his father and his mother