We march to the end of the light.
In the muddy sludge we march with naked feet
Limping on we hurry to the end of the new day.
Left right left that continuous sequence
We march to the end.

The end of the day
The fallen soldiers will not be forgotten.
In our hearts they’re still living.
Their hopes, regrets and love will be sent
To the mother of all England

Oh Flanders Fields
How you have destroyed.
That one boy gasping
Drowning in the earth’s fire.
All that leaves is the blood of that young solider.

The young soldier without a name,
To the light he goes,
Respect
Remembrance
Until that night we know
The England sky
Has earned another star
To lead and light the way.