They come in May Rest on the laurels of our soldiers legacy. He fought for our land and he died for his majesty. Lest we forget, Freedom it dont come for free. So while you're sitting there, Spare a thought for those who paved the way For you and me For you and me babe They will grow not old As we that are left grow old At the going down of the sun and in the morning We will remember them He left for a foreign land Not knowing if he would return. Blood shed and friends lost More fuel for mothers concern Buried on a strange reserve Long list etched on a, A mighty stone Eyes that will never gaze again On the green grass and the warm sea of home They may be gone But not in vain man They will grow not old As we that are left grow old At the going down of the sun... Lest we forget, Freedom it don't come for free So while you're sitting there Spare a thought for those who paved the way For you and me For you and me babe They will grow not old As we that are left grow old At the going down of the sun and in the morning We will remember them.