D# G# D# G# D# Louis was my dearest friend D# G# D# A#m D# Fighting in the anzac trench. Fm G# Louis ran forward from the line, D# G# D# G# D# And i never saw him again. Later in the dark I thought I heard Louis' voice Calling for his mother, then me But I couldn't get to him Fm G# Fm G# Fm He's still up on that hill. G# A#m G# A#m G# 20 years on that hill. Fm G# A#m Fm G# Fm Nothing more than a pile of bones, G# A#m G# A#m But i think of him still. If I was asked I'd tell The colour of the earth that day It was dull and browny red The colour of blood, I'd say | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA#m D# Fm G# |