Quiet now the guns of war, rows of crosses straight and tall Peaceful lie the battlefields, men ever silenced, all Whence came these brave young lads, you ask, Why now their repose here? What form of …
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Quiet now the guns of war, rows of crosses straight and tall
Peaceful lie the battlefields, men ever silenced, all
Whence came these brave young lads, you ask, Why now their repose here?
What form of crazed insanity could draw so many near?
A quirk of fate? The whim of kings? What brought them to this loam?
Why now in ranks eternal, do they rest so far from home?
A whisper travels on the wind, Not one, but hundreds strong
"We came to give all that we had, to right a world gone wrong"
From trenches long beneath the sod, men's voices rise to say
"Remember well what you've seen here, when you go upon your way"
"We followed orders brave and true, and did what we were told
Now here we lie forever young, but dead, and still, and cold"
"We know well the price of war, yes too, the cost of peace
And ask that those of power and might, think hard on us at least"
"War may be a righteous task to still a tyrant's hands
To bring peace and prosperity to those in blighted lands"
"But shun the careless, boastful fools, heed not the cowards old
Who send young lives to war in haste for gain of fame or gold"
"Remember us, is all we ask once upon each year
With your poppy honor memories of we who slumber here"
"And with each poppy, spread the word of love, and hope, and cheer
That our sacrifice made long ago will sound upon each ear"
"Remember us, your fallen kin who on the breeze now sigh
That never can we rest in peace if others in vain die"
"That never did we pay for naught as quiet now we sleep
That war be made the last resort, and peace be made to keep"
John Wolfe
Norfolk