The sands of the desert were cruel and stark They burn in the day and they chill in the dark On that vast battleground on the eve of the fight The candle that burns inspired them that night
Thge brine of the ocean was freezing and cold The boys became men, and the men became bold But they died just the same in the damp and the wet The candle that burns will not let us forget
The candle that burns in the chappel will be Left to burn where it stands in a world that is free Do not cry little one for no one will take The candle that burns on your first birthday cake
The sky was not meant to be shattered that way With shells that exploded the night into day And each time they returned on a wing and a prayer The candle that burns was a welcoming there
The beaches remain and the red poppy blooms The sands they have shifted and covered the tombs Of the boys resting there in the earth and the sea The candle that burns is to their memory
The candle that burns in the chappel will be Left to burn where it stands in a world that is free Do not cry little one for no one will take The candle that burns on your first birthday cake