We Remember. We remember them now gone.
Those lives of our farther, sons, mothers, daughters.
Sacrifices given in blood, upon a foreign place and murky field.

Many have left upon great ships. Returned but a few to tread the streets of dear Blighty once more. Of home.
War’s bitter harvest had taken it’s toll
Upon Queen and Country and the hearts of us all.

We honour them all on this day, our freedom paid in full.
The flags lowered, heads are two.
Our battalion of hero’s has come home.
On this there Remembrance Day!

The guns an cannon shot are silent now. It’s raining dread has stopped .
The rich have waged their war and the poor are shamefully dead.
For nothing more than an ideal, that ushered in nothing but death.

But now the smoke has cleared. Old Ben has struck.
THE 11TH HOUR, THE 11TH DAY, THE 11TH MONTH.
So join our brave few, Salute my friends.
Come now be silent, against the last posts call.
They are remembered.

But do not let these two great wars cloud our hearts.
For those great ships of steel have sailed once more
to news lands of sand, where our boys now live and sleep.