Tomb of the Unknown Soldier

Old men saluting and clicking their heels

The winter wind howls in their faces

Some will be gone by the end of the year

No one will be taking their places

The women they stand with their gloves in their hands

And they talk of their sons who were taken

Tomorrow won’t come for the boys that are gone

Listen close to the words they are speaking

And the tri-color flies

Beneath the French sky’s

And the old men stand shoulder to shoulder

With tears in their eyes their recounting the lies

At the tomb of the Unknown Soldier

They were biding their time on the Maginot line

When the war clouds above them did open

For the glory of France they led the grand dance

Like their fathers had done years before them

And the cold midnight moon is telling them soon

They’ll be home to the land they all died for

And the children will cry at the ghostly march by

Their turn will come sooner or later

And the tri-color flies

Beneath the French sky’s

And the old men stand shoulder to shoulder

With tears in their eyes their recounting the lies

At the tomb of the Unknown Soldier