Текст песни Paul Henry

Counting hours in a place that doesn't have a name There were thousands who were laid to waste But no one who could take his place The Ohio River bank was soft beneath her weight As she walked from it her body sank No ones ever coming back They came a great distance in the driving snow And the last thing he heard was a trumpet blow Then the sky collapsed and the earth turned gray Paul Henry died today. In Kentucky there's a town that doesnt have a name They all remember how it all went down The way their shoulders touched the ground.