Christmas Island - Big Country

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 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