I kept the lamp lit for the fleet
Where salt and heavy iron meet
I watched the grey horizon glow
While cold north winds began to blow
The thunder rolls from far away
It turns the morning gold to grey
The heavy guns begin to shout
And blow the steady candle out
One lone helmet in the mud
Washed in rain and washed in blood
Steel is resting in the clay
While the thunder leads the way
I walk the shoreline in the haze
Counting all the lonely days
I find a strap of leather torn
Where a young man's hope was born
One lone helmet in the mud
Washed in rain and washed in blood
Steel is resting in the clay
While the thunder leads the way
The tide comes in to take the shore
I cannot hear the cannons roar
The water cleans the rusted rim
As the evening light grows dim
No name is carved upon the shell
Just a story none can tell
It sits beneath a broken tree
Looking out across the sea
I bring it home to keep it dry
Underneath a winter sky
I polish off the grit and grime
In this heavy stretch of time
One lone helmet in the mud
Washed in rain and washed in blood
Steel is resting in the clay
While the thunder leads the way
Just a piece of steel in the clay
Until the thunder fades away
Fades away
Yeah, fades away