[00:15.59]Walker sees the mist rise
[00:19.38]Over no man's land
[00:22.98]He sees in front of him
[00:26.58]A smashed-up wasteground
[00:29.92]There are no fields or trees
[00:33.61]No blades of grass
[00:37.20]Just unhurried ghosts are there
[00:41.41]Hanging in the wire
[00:52.15]Walker's in the wire
[00:55.95]Limbs point upwards
[00:59.64]There are no birds singing
[01:03.04]The white cliffs of Dover
[01:06.63]There are no trees to sing from
[01:10.27]Walker cannot hear the wind
[01:14.38]Far-off symphony
[01:17.88]To hear the guns beginning
[01:43.84]Walker's in the mist
[01:48.19]Rising over no man's land
[01:58.25]In the battered wasteground
[02:06.07]Hear the guns firing