As day breaks through wind and rain
We form a line on rough terrain
To face a foe we’ll never know,
we will fall and die where poppies now grow.
Remember us the chosen ones
The lads the dads and someone’s sons
Be not sad just be glad
Knowing we gave all we had.
As you walk in our fields of doom
Places where our bodies were strewn
We will gaze on you through heavens door
And hope our words stay for evermore.
When you leave save a tear
For here we stay year on year
The lads the dads and someone’s sons
The boys who fell before German guns.
