كلمات Christmas Island

I volunteered for overseas For I would not leave such friends as these We hid our eyes from a thousand suns But we faced the knife-wind [mad wind?], everyone The cloud grew high as I hid a tear For the weapon of peace was the tool of fear On Christmas Island I left the truth so far away Christmas Island Freedom took my soul away I breathed the air, I tasted soil Where the forests die and the harvests spoil Now the horse is gone, you close the gate Say my pain is a twist of fate Well I took your wages, that is true But you never warned of what you knew On Christmas Island I left the truth so far away Christmas Island Freedom took my soul away I did my duty and it did me wrong So the time I have may not be long I will not leave here quietly For the fallout fell and it fell on me