Armistice

He lowers his hat as she wipes her tears, when falls a thoughtful hush, as battles cease, we hear their silent thoughts across the years. He comes home battered and torn by his fears in nightmarish dreams that will never decrease he lowers his hat as she wipes her tears. Weary soldiers greeted by grateful cheers, from the pits of war, a brief release we hear their silent thoughts across the years. As they battled on those hellish frontiers, and life was lost at a bullet's caprice, he lowers his hat as she wipes her tears. From private soldiers up to brigadiers, our sovereignty became their golden fleece we hear their silent thoughts across the years The words of remembrance ring in our ears in heartfelt hopes and prayers for blesséd peace he lowers his hat as she wipes her tears, we hear their silent thoughts across the years