ELEVEN O’CLOCK
We stood in silent tribute to the lost,
Remembering the happiness of days long gone awy,
And the heartache of our loved ones' death.
Eleven o'clock, the hour of armistice is marked by
cannon's roar which echoes from the castle walls
to those who gather here at this memorial.
At the sound the gulls that perch on nearby roofs,
Rise screaming in a ghastly parody of the suffering
cries of those men.
Once more they settle near us and whilst we honour
the bravery of lives cut short by war,
The gulls fall as silent as the unknown graves in
foreign lands.
The cannon booms again, once more birds rise into the air,
And screaming, calling, leave this place of memory
As souls of fallen solders departed from our lives.
Our loved ones live forever in the memory of those they
left behind, and countless millions born since that great
war was fought,
Stop and solemnly acknowledge what is owed to those who died.
Would that the sight of poppies in a Flanders field
Might stay forever in the hearts and minds of all the world,
And cries of war and suffering be never heard again.
We stood in silent tribute to the lost,
Remembering the happiness of days long gone awy,
And the heartache of our loved ones' death.
Eleven o'clock, the hour of armistice is marked by
cannon's roar which echoes from the castle walls
to those who gather here at this memorial.
At the sound the gulls that perch on nearby roofs,
Rise screaming in a ghastly parody of the suffering
cries of those men.
Once more they settle near us and whilst we honour
the bravery of lives cut short by war,
The gulls fall as silent as the unknown graves in
foreign lands.
The cannon booms again, once more birds rise into the air,
And screaming, calling, leave this place of memory
As souls of fallen solders departed from our lives.
Our loved ones live forever in the memory of those they
left behind, and countless millions born since that great
war was fought,
Stop and solemnly acknowledge what is owed to those who died.
Would that the sight of poppies in a Flanders field
Might stay forever in the hearts and minds of all the world,
And cries of war and suffering be never heard again.