Armistice Day

On an African November day
 Folks have gathered 'round to pray
 In a shed that was once used for cows and horses
 On an alter lies the Green and White
 An medals gleam in the candle light
 On the chests of ex- commanders of the forces
 An ageing couple in their grief come forward
 Bow and lay their wreath
 In memory of their fallen only son
 War took him in futility
 But changed the course of history
 For righteousness another battles won
 We will remember them, we will remember them
 At the going down of the sun, in the glory of God's dawn
 As the last note on the "Last Post" fades away
 As the Pipers play "The Flowers o' the forest"
 On this our Armistice day
 In a town in central Africa
 There's a place that was once the cenotaph
 And a lonely man goes down there every year
 He defies the government of the day
 Lays his wreath in his usual way
 In his heart there is remorse- in his eyes no fear
 On every British village green
 The statue of a soldier can be seen
 Rifle pointed down and bowed the head
 Regardless of whatever the war
 The community still bears the scar
 And they gather there each year
 To honor the dead
 We will remember them, we will remember them
 At the going down of the sun, in the glory of God's dawn
 As the last note on the "Last Post" fades away
 As the Pipers play "The Flowers o' the forest"
 On this our Armistice day
 We will remember them, we will remember them
 At the going down of the sun, in the glory of God's dawn
 As the last note on the "Last Post" fades away
 As the Pipers play "The Flowers o' the forest"
 On this our Armistice day