Boom goes my heart Dancing around your daisies Church bells will start Sat on you reading your ages I drift away In loving memory of a name Covered in moss You may have died for your country Forgotten not lost You`re laid to rest where you`re wanted I stare awhile In loving memory of a name England can never repay you You gave your life to be buried alongside The place you loved The sermons attended when you were young Still echo round these churchyard walls Heroes and rogues Together surrounded by nature Lump in my throat Sat in the land of your maker I drift away In loving memory of a name
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