THE LEGIONNAIRES SONG
On a sad November day we hear of Flanders Fields,
The rows of white crosses they seem so very real;
They were once brave young lads with comrades true and bold,
We all must do our part to keep their story told.
They march through the school with flowers oh so red,
They ask us to remember the things that they've said;
For them it's so clear for they've been to war,
We shouldn't have to ask just what they're praying for.
But who are these men with their glory pinned to their breast?
What does it mean for the rest?
Their tears stain their cheeks yet their faces glow with pride,
They've fought and tried - watched young men die,
Never questioning why - for you and I.
They talk of battles long, while young ones try to feel,
But with lives so full and plenty it seems so unreal;
It's hard to picture now those men clad in blue,
Crawling through the trenches praying "God get me through".
Their presence gently stirs us to remember those that died,
Men who gave their bodies leaving young hearts behind;
But with each passing memory and each passing sunset,
All must tell the story "Lest we forget"!
But who are these men with their glory pinned to their breast?
What does it mean for the rest?
Their tears stain their cheeks yet their faces glow with pride,
They've fought and tried - watched young men die,
Never questioning why - for you and I.
The Sharecroppers (Natural ©1993 John Harvey Newman Publishing, SOCAN)