Funeral march

Chorus:

You who stand at your doors,

wiping hands on aprons,

you who lean at the corner

saying: "We have done our best",

you who shrug your shoulders

and you who smile

to conceal your life's despair

and its evil taste,

to you we speak, you numberless Englishmen,

to remind you of the greatness still among you

created by these men who go from your towns

to fight for peace, for liberty and for you.

They were men who hated death and loved life,

who were afraid, and fought against their fear.

Men who wish'd to create and not to destroy,

but knew the time must come to destroy the destroyer.

For they have restored your power and pride,

your life is yours, for which they died.