On an African November day
Folks have gathered 'round to pray
In a shed that was once used for cows and horses

On an alter lies the Green and White
And medals gleam in the candle light
On the chests of the ex-commanders of the forces

An ageing couple in their grief
Come forward bow and lay their wreath in memory of their fallen only son
War took him in futility
But changed the course of history for righteousness another battles won

We will remember them
We will remember them
At the going down of the sun, in the glory of God's dawn
As the last note of the Last Post fades away
As the pipers play The Flowers o' the Forest on this our Armistice Day

In a town in central Africa there's a place that was once the cenotaph
And a lonely man goes down there every year
He defies the governments of the day lays his wreath in his usual way
In his heart there is remorse in his eyes no fear

On every British village green the statue of a soldier can be seen
Rifle pointed down and bowed the head
Regardless of whatever the war the community still bears the scar
And they gather there each year to honour the dead

We will remember them
We will remember them
At the going down of the sun, in the glory of God's dawn
As the last note of the Last Post fades away
As the pipers play The Flowers o' the Forest on this our Armistice Day

We will remember them
We will remember them
At the going down of the sun in the glory of God's dawn
As the last note of the Last Post fades away
As the pipers play The Flowers o' the Forest on this our Armistice Day