AND SHE WEEPS
The Piper plays a lament
Eight bear the weight
Of the Coffin draped
In the Red and White
At the slow march they step
For the Hero who’s fallen
The Journey begins
The True North is calling,
Always accompanied
By a Brother in Arms
Never alone on the
Last journey Home,
Soon the roar, then the leap
To the Heavens,
Homing west to the setting sun
Chasing the afterglow into the night.
Straight on til the morrow
When Eros brings her light
For Canada awaits
Her Hero, Her Child,
And She weeps.
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