Young, old, lost and found,
To lullaby they sleep a midst of gun sound.
In fear always, though they cannot show,
Trawling through trenches in a current of blood flow.
Friends, comrades, lost to the cause,
Once a year as a nation, in silence we pause.
In sand, sea and air,
In rain, shine and mud,
Our servicemen march,
A price paid in blood.
So never forgotten, the fallen of past,
In memory and love, they’ll always last.
Never forgotten, the current service of men,
For we sleep, and awake,
Free once again.