On your maypole green
See the winding morrismen
Angry Alfie, Bill and Ken
Waving hankies, sticks and books
All the earthen roofs.
Standing at the crease,
The batsman takes a look around.
The boys are fielding on homeground,
The steeple sharp against the blue
When I think of you,
Sam and Andy,
Jack and John,
Charlie, Martin,
Jamie, Ron,
Harry, Stephen,
Will and Don,
Matthew, Michael,
On and on.
We will remember them,
Remember them,
Remember them.
We will remember them,
Remember them,
Remember them.
Time has slipped away.
The Summer sky to Autumn yields.
A haze of smoke across the fields.
Let's sup and fight another round
And walk the stubbled ground.
When November brings
The poppies on Remembrance Day,
When the vicar comes to say:
May God bless them every one,
Lest we forget our sons.
We will remember them,
Remember them,
Remember them.
We will remember them,
Remember them,
Remember them.
We will remember them,
Remember them,
Remember them.
We will remember them,
Remember them,
Remember them.