(1) I stand here alone
     with loved ones to hand;
my tributes to lay
     on this salient land.
The voices within
     as mem'ries unfold
of a comrade at peace now
     who shall grow not old.

(2) A tree gives me shade
     in gardens so fine;
a stone with inscription
     that goes beyond time.
The headstones are neat
     in rows marching past
and the names of the fallen,
     forever will last.

(3) A son kneels to touch
     his father's cold stone;
a tear in his eye for
     a friend long since gone.
A woman stands proud,
     with medals on show,
for a husband who died that
     his children might grow.

(4) Recorded in stone
     and gun metal grey,
those heroes in silence
     look down as we pray.
The standard is dip'd,
     the flowers are laid
then the music is sounded
     and homage is paid.

(5) They left us a torch
     to carry with pride
and hope for a future
     where peace can abide.
I dream of a life,
     that's lived without fear,
it is for that tomorrow
     our people lie here.

© June 2006 Nigel J.C. Turnbull
nigel@remembrancedaysong.com