Eleven Eleven Eleven

Eleven, Eleven, Eleven Eleven, eleven, eleven, again Tormented souls up in heaven 1918 - How time’s rolled on With a whole generation gone. The eleventh hour of the eleventh day Of the eleventh month each year people stay 2 minutes stopped from activity Stand still and silent for all to see Respect given to the long-dead, missing, fallen In needless wars of attrition Yet worldwide wars still rage on Today our troops and civvies fall upon Foreign soil and foreign lands Killed and maimed by foreign hands Their unselfish acts never cease In helping bring this world to peace Some youth look on with empty eyes Cannot understand people’s sighs Don’t want to know what they can’t see At things that happened in history The years roll on – but things don’t change Respect for these heroes is not strange These people battle universal strife Willingly lay down their life We hear Kipling’s words “Lest we Forget” But do we understand our eternal debt? No greater love is more than this They give their lives for our own bliss Rest well you battle weary souls Whose souls and lives will ne’er grow old Rejoice each year again and again That your sacrifice was not in vain