In this Dark and lonely room Hanging on the wall A souvenir of yesteryear Faded by the sun A photograph in black and white A family once full of life The generation has moved on The old ones are all gone The aroma that fills the room Is Nana baking bread And somewhere in my head I'm bringing back the dead Yesterday today and tomorrow The life that we have we only borrow Everyday I wake I will say I'm going to make it a better day In a field not far away The withered flowers in the clay An epitaph on a grave Story of the brave Now we are living history Remember it's not mystery I'll do my best and Keep it in my memory Through the fields that I roam Through the hills I call my own I feel their ghosts Shadows of the past We have our pride in the ones that have died To the oceans we will sail they lead us now