You are returning home from the place that you gave your young life,
to the one’s that love you, your mother and father, children and wife.
Nobody can see you now; you’re wrapped in the Union Jack,
the flag of your country, our Queen, the uniform on your back.
The country salutes you for bleeding on the Afghanistan Plains;
your family will look after you, now starts, the grieving, heartache and pain.
Your spirit is free now, you won’t need your gun,
it’s time to sleep brave soldier, for your battle is won.