Channel: Karliene

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Description: For The Fallen by Laurence Binyon 1914 For an amazing WW1 experience, check out Peter Jackson's documentary 'They Shall Not Grow Old' youtube.com/watch?v=IrabKK9Bhds Get it now at karliene.com iTunes/ Apple Music: apple.co/32Pas1L Amazon: amzn.to/2pfV3K2 Google Play: bit.ly/2CW3VIh Spotify: spoti.fi/374EG48 Deezer: bit.ly/32KRSaT Support me on Patreon: patreon.com/Karliene to get access to tracks, free downloads, videos, interviews, artwork chit chats and more. Facebook: facebook.com/KarlieneMusic?ref=hl Twitter: twitter.com/KarlieneMusic Get Free Music and get in touch: karliene.com SUBSCRIBE : youtube.com/user/heartofsnow23 'For The Fallen' by Laurence Binyon Narration, music and video by Karliene Reynolds Mixed by Nick Dawes mixing-mastering-online.com For The Fallen With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children, England mourns for her dead across the sea. Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit, Fallen in the cause of the free. Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres, There is music in the midst of desolation And a glory that shines upon our tears. They went with songs to the battle, they were young, Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow. They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted; They fell with their faces to the foe. They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning We will remember them. They mingle not with their laughing comrades again; They sit no more at familiar tables of home; They have no lot in our labour of the day-time; They sleep beyond England's foam. But where our desires are and our hopes profound, Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight, To the innermost heart of their own land they are known As the stars are known to the Night; As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust, Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain; As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness, To the end, to the end, they remain.