From the recording Soldiers of Glory


Along the way where clours fell, a Piper plays a last farewell.
A time to share, a time to care, war's never fair.
A lover cries, a candle glows, a flower dies, another grows.

The drums will roll and colours fly,
so many more have come to die.
No place to hide, march on with pride, God's on your side.
A time to give, a time to cry, a time to live, a time to die.

Sometimes the night, sometimes the day,
Somewhere they fight, so far away.
Some come to give, some vome to choose,
Sometimes to win, sometimes to lose.