Once again, on a cold November morning, it is Remembrance Sunday, when we remember the sacrifices made by our young men and women who went to war never to return, that we might all live in peace.

When you go home, tell them of us and say, “For your tomorrow, we gave our today.”

Marching bandsmen gravely playing, heads erect and high
A multitude of silent people, watching them go by
No children waving flags today, no cheering from the crowd
The soldiers step out smartly, their faces grave and proud
Sailors and Marines are there and Airmen dressed in blue
Old men in civilian suits, with medals gleaming too
Crippled men in wheelchairs, blind men, sticks in hand
The cavalcade has halted now, there’s silence from the band.

A single bugle’s lonely music reaches every ear
The Last Post’s haunting message reaches far and near
The world remembers loved ones, a thousand tears are shed
The wreaths around the Cenotaph revere a million dead
They gave their lives believing it would be the end of war
Their sacrifice seems all in vain, men fight on as before
We bow our heads and pray that strife on earth may cease
Then known and unknown soldiers, can truly rest in peace.

“They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old.
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun, and in the morning.
We Will Remember Them.”