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
As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust
Moving in marches up on the heavenly plain
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness
To the end, to the end, they remain
Solemn the drums thrill: Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears
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
We will remember them
Gil Orms - Hymn of Remembrance Lyrics
Gil Orms - Hymn of Remembrance Lyrics
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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
As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust
Moving in marches up on the heavenly plain
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness
To the end, to the end, they remain
Solemn the drums thrill: Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears
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
We will remember them
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them
As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust
Moving in marches up on the heavenly plain
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness
To the end, to the end, they remain
Solemn the drums thrill: Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears
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
We will remember them
Writer: Laurence Binyon
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