lizzy hoyt

Vimy Ridge
Lizzy Hoyt

Vimy Ridge - Lizzy Hoyt

When I was on Vimy Ridge on April 9th with thousands of other Canadian high school students, this song was played in honour of the 95th Anniversary.

Early in the morning, the cold snow falling down,
Easter of 1917
My love climbed out from the tunnels underground
and stepped to no-man’s land in between.

His last night was spent in the ground of the French land
with thousands of men, he did wait.
He laid down his head upon the barrel of his gun,
a dark and cruel symbol of his fate.

Oh, my love can’t touch you now
or calm the fear that’s building deep within.
Oh, the terror you must have felt
waiting below the hill at Vimy Ridge.

An over powering thunder from the creeping barrage
left no room for thoughts within their minds.
Forty pounds loaded down, the horror lingered on
imprinted in their memories for all time.

Oh, my love can’t touch you now
or calm the fear you’re feeling deep within.
Oh, the terror you must have felt,
fighting on the hill at Vimy Ridge.

Solo

A hard thump on his chest stopped time in its tracks,
his lucky streak had come and now had passed.
Ahead lay the fury, behind was a different scene
a quiet kingdom of death and casualties.

He lay waiting for the stretcher bearer to come
the cold wind froze the clothes to his body.
Disbelief came over him “This couldn’t really be
for I am now a young man still with dreams!”

Oh, my love can’t touch you now
or calm the fear you’re feeling deep within.
Oh, the terror you must have felt
dying on the hill at Vimy Ridge.

Early in the morning, the cold snow falling down
Easter of 1917,
My love climbed out from the tunnels underground
and stepped to no-man’s land in between.