The Wind Will Never Forget

The tears of life now sleep with them the guns have found their silence. These fields of war are now in peace, only the poppies remain These red petals that cover this land with remembrance of yesterday, of the suffering and pain, for our lads have passed this way. These brave boys Who bore their innocence to this thing we call war who renounced their gift of life for us Strangers to you and me yet more dearer to our souls than family for here lies the cross of Jesus the pain of everyman That sacrifice that only youth can give their epitaph is our peace The rose of England bows its head in reverence and humbled grace and may god bless all of them For our boys were the roses that flowered in every village the Jack’s and Jimmie’s the Tom’s and the Bert’s No more footsteps for mother to hear their laughter stolen by the wind all quiet now in village square But on a wall in a foreign land their names are lovingly remembered. Grandchildren shout their names with pride for they are the seeds of England this immortal rose cannot die for they were beautiful And we who are alive you who take the time to stop who bow your heads in silence will feel their pain Feel the pain of Nations grief as the petals fall from above and we will remember life for life is what they gave to us The poppies that grow in Flanders field are reminders of those who have no grave and our tears will remember them too. We who live in freedom, because of them, because of them.