A true story that had trodden its way,
Up in the hills, among the daffodils,
Story of a lover, whose love deceased,
High in the hills, the corpse been freezed,

All started, on a day before the Christmas,
A memo reached at that festive duration,
In which was written, the words of war,
Of pledge, of sacrifice and of devotion,

In which was explained, the outbreak of a war,
For which each Russian, were to shed his blood,
In the reign of a king, that innocent czar,
Had been forced to face a dud,

Esplanades were red, of the blood of lovers,
The blood which was shed to bring home the bacon,
Among the lovers, there stood an American,
Whose love was implicit, and was not spoken,

That American, decoyed in the Russian army,
Had neva thought of this day of ambience black,
When he has to bid his love,
A bye that did not promise a comeback,

The last kiss, the soldier gave his love,
With full of fondness, not dwarf,
In return, the girl did gave,
Him a white snowy scarf,

After that meet, the last between the two,
The soldier packed his bag,
And did not turn back to console her weeping eyes,
He walked steadily while his love did drag,

But the soldier, knew his pledge, his duty,
And he also knew the dominance of it over his love,
And so his footsteps did not slow its pace,
And traveled along the hills above,

A week passed, the persistent soldier,
Did crawl, and walk and run,
And on his shoulder, there lynched a mouth,
Of a long, grey gun,

His aim was one, and only the one,
To shoot down the battle-grounds,
And soon he reached the battle-ground,
and he saw the blood around,

His heart did see, and cry upon,
The thousands of carcasses,
That laid down on ground in blood, and red,
With dressed in Russian dresses,

In front of him, did come a troop,
Of soldiers, and of canons
But he knew his pledge, his duty,
And so he shot those Bulgarians,

Thereafter, the blood drained here and there,
And it drained down into the cirque,
Yet, he knew his pledge, his duty,
So he did his work,

He crawled like a dead, and he fell and stumbled,
He stumbled upon the hills,
But yet he knew his pledge, his duty,
And he moved along the red daffodils,

The war endured for more than the month,
And he too went endured,
His restless limbs did sweat and swelter,
But yet he was not cured,

His blood rich body did scream aloud,
That ‘Russia will prevail’
And down below, his girl would listen,
The sound of echoing in dale,

The soldier, was bleeding, and half dead
Yet his hope did not afloat,
But his dearest darling below,
Wasn’t sailing in the same boat,

On a darker night, in the battle-grounds,
There came a brighter episode,
But in the brighter valleys below,
There was a lady burrowed,

On that night, the battle-grounds did cheer,
And so did the daffodils,

Russia had won, and the soldier did rejoiced,
And he jumped in the chills,

He switched his route, and turned around,
And he traveled down the valley,
To see his beloved girl, and her visage,
He ran down through the alley,

He was proud and he was broad,
Of this victorious history,
And so he rushed towards her love,
And he screamed of his victory,

Again a week of incessant excursion,
To run and reach his love,
The warrior, too forgot to eat and dine,
Because his love was all above,

Now, the running warrior came,
He entered into his village,
And he could see the red brick walls,
Of her darling’s cottage,

“Here comes our hero” did scream the people,
And all of them applauded,
But the soldier was crashed into pieces,
When he saw her cottage,

The red-brick walls, was covered with snow,
The windows were wrecked,
And the only door of his dead love’s cottage,
Was locked and was bullnecked,

The shattered warrior, sat down in woe,
And waited for his love to come,
Here, he knew his pledge, his duty,
So he sat down there through out the autumn,

He sat there and he longed for his love,
But his love did not arrive,
He screamed and told, that he has won the war,
But he remained love-deprived,

Tears emerged from his eyes, and drained down his nose,
It washed his blood and sword,
That lay in red, in blood on his lap,
Covered with a white snowy scarf…