The summer has gone in a day and half
Of the silence echoing in the valley beyond
Green pastures and the rolling hills of England
A solemnly held memorial for a son of a regiment
Last photograph held to her bosom innocent
But for flying the Union Jack

Run boy run and find new wings to carry you
Now martyr in a cause as high above
The migrating birds in search of warmer clients
As he himself had departed
How quiet all else is but for the odd coo of a bird too high to
Salute as mothers and widows lay flowers
In a lonely cemetery far from where he had fallen
Like his brothers scattered and forgotten
Across shires and moors in villages unheard of
And so on and so forth
And on and on and on

Run boy run and find new wings to carry you
Now martyr in a cause as high above moon
At noon greets their sorrow with open arms
On a Sunday when the autumn scents of the earth
Drew them to find solace from the city
To reassure their departed that they were fairing well