and the flag is finally ours

and when the war is done and youth stone dead

colours laid so thick

do not despair for johnny head in air

doors shall be shut

famous men have the whole earth as their memorial

flags of our fathers

for johnny the bright star

for your tomorrow

i come to pluck your berries

in flanders fields the poppies blow

in the fields where roses fade

in the flower of their age

it is for homely features

lain for a century dead

laughing lions must come

life is real, life is earnest and the grave is not it's goal

little crosses neat and white

morning glows the lily

never said goodbye