Lights go down over the centre of the town
shop windows fade to the black of sky
as the flickering of a hundred candles
light the faces of both young and old.
Clock strikes eleven, Last Post sounds
Silence in the streets, silence all around.
As we remember and as we thank
the fallen generation of the great war.
And as we stand, with candles raised high
we wish on the shooting stars in the sky
That those that fought and those that died
are in peace, finally, from this warring world.