Remembrance day

Marching to the cenotaph
With glory in their eyes
Old men proudly marching Oh don't they realise

But they were at the battle
The heard the sounds of war
They came back the jobless
Wondering what it was for

Friends so young were dying
so cheap the price of life
Widows, children crying
So dear the price of strife

Marching to the cenotaph
With memories in their eyes
Old men slowly marching
Their memory never dies.

Thursday 8th November 1984
MBL