Post by Ťoñy4iñ1 on Nov 29, 2003 19:04:11 GMT -5
The Fallen
Soldiers stand silent, saying goodbye,
Remembering comrades of days long gone by.
Sailors, with heads bowed, in silent prayer
Remembering friends who cannot be there.
Airman stand thinking, with tears in their eye,
Remembering pals, shot out of the sky.
The dead of all wars both ancient and new,
Some are related to me and to you,
The heroes, no cowards, who fought and won,
A world full of freedom all under one sun,
Should be remembered by everyone here,
Remember the many who conquered their fear.
The warriors of nations, both small and great,
Who died for our freedom, as part of their fate.
They fought for things that they thought were right,
And fell for their country at day or night.
And so to all them, we offer our praise,
We will remember, through all of our days.
The Living
The years have rolled onwards,
And War's clouds are gone,
The living marched homewards,
But some comrades stayed on.
The cannon's roar silent,
The living have won,
The past years were violent,
But the suffering goes on.
And fifty years after,
We recall those gone,
But I think I'd rather,
Recall those that live on.
All the women and girls,
Who toiled in the field,
Or else hid all their curls,
To ensure we'd not yield.
The soldiers and sailors,
And gallant aircrew,
Some fled from their jailers,
And in some way lived through.
Those few who are left here,
Rememb'ring their friends,
Shed oft many a tear,
As another's life ends.
So please bow every head,
And join me as well,
It's not just our war dead,
But the living as well.
Soldiers stand silent, saying goodbye,
Remembering comrades of days long gone by.
Sailors, with heads bowed, in silent prayer
Remembering friends who cannot be there.
Airman stand thinking, with tears in their eye,
Remembering pals, shot out of the sky.
The dead of all wars both ancient and new,
Some are related to me and to you,
The heroes, no cowards, who fought and won,
A world full of freedom all under one sun,
Should be remembered by everyone here,
Remember the many who conquered their fear.
The warriors of nations, both small and great,
Who died for our freedom, as part of their fate.
They fought for things that they thought were right,
And fell for their country at day or night.
And so to all them, we offer our praise,
We will remember, through all of our days.
The Living
The years have rolled onwards,
And War's clouds are gone,
The living marched homewards,
But some comrades stayed on.
The cannon's roar silent,
The living have won,
The past years were violent,
But the suffering goes on.
And fifty years after,
We recall those gone,
But I think I'd rather,
Recall those that live on.
All the women and girls,
Who toiled in the field,
Or else hid all their curls,
To ensure we'd not yield.
The soldiers and sailors,
And gallant aircrew,
Some fled from their jailers,
And in some way lived through.
Those few who are left here,
Rememb'ring their friends,
Shed oft many a tear,
As another's life ends.
So please bow every head,
And join me as well,
It's not just our war dead,
But the living as well.
