The sun went down on a humid sky
Where the Niagara waters moan
We marched through the dust of a scorching July
Far away from the peace of home
The drums were muffled, the air was still
Save for the crickets in the grain
As we turned our eyes to the crest of the hill
And what laid ahead at Lundy's Lane

Oh, the Falls may roar till the end of time
But they couldn't drown out the pain
Of the men who died in the musket-linе
In the Battle of Lundy's Lane
North and South, thе blood ran deep
Through the harvest of the slain
And the only secret the shadows keep
Is the Battle of Lundy's Lane

The cannons flashed like a lightning strike
Ripping holes through the velvet night
Was bayonet, boot, and the heavy pike
In a blind and desperate fight
Friend or foe, you couldn't tell
Till the steel was in your side
They turned that hill to a living hell
On the turn of a bloody tide

Oh, the Falls may roar till the end of time
But they couldn't drown out the pain
Of the men who died in the musket-line
In the Battle of Lundy's Lane
North and South, the blood ran deep
Through the harvest of the slain
And the only secrets the shadows keep
Is the Battle of Lundy's Lane

By midnight's bell, the guns grew cold
And the smoke hung thick and grey
No ground was won, no story told
That was worth the price they'd pay
Two weary armies turned and fled
Back through the mud and rain
Leaving the earth to hold the dead
On the ridge of Lundy's Lane

Now the morning mist rolls soft and white
To wash away the stain
Of all who fell in the dark of night
In the Battle of Lundy's Lane
The empires fought for a yard of ground
Beneath the summer rain
But the only king that we ever found
Was the ghost of Lundy's Lane
The Battle of Lundy's Lane
Just the ghosts of Lundy's Lane