On a high on a hillside looking down on the valley lays the final resting place of four of our sons who gave their lives so we could be free.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning We will remember them..
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them..
Lest we forget