
Date of issue: 14.05.2015
Song language: English
Lest We Forget |
Smoke fill the air, burning the eyes |
As the bullets fly, piercing the sky |
They march to the edge of the trench |
Blending mud with death’s bloody stench |
Fathers hold your daughters who cry |
Mothers weep for your sons who will die |
(Bring them home, bring them home) |
From those killing fields |
(Bring them home, bring them home) |
Where they fight for the free |
(Bring them home, bring them home) |
A slaughter that stains for all time |
The memory of a generation that died |
Barbed wire scars on a no man’s land |
Fighting as brothers, the stand |
Thoughts turn to homes far away |
Made safe with a price they all pay |
As the working man fights the war |
Leaders safe in their comfortable halls |
Fathers hold your daughters who cry |
Mothers weep for your sons who will die |
(Bring them home, bring them home) |
From those killing fields |
(Bring them home, bring them home) |
Where they fight for the free |
(Bring them home, bring them home) |
A slaughter that stains for all time |
The memory of a generation that died |
Nature clears from their eyes |
Many scars that the war left behind |
Fields bathed in red from new life |
But the memories cut like a knife |
Mistakes are always repeated |
One voice silenced, a new voice will roar |
Nations scramble in the name of freedom |
And darkness descends once more |
They shall now grow old, as we are left grow old |
Age shall not weary, nor the years condemn |
At the going down of the sun and in morning |
We will remember them, lest we forget |