Carry the dead

Carry the dead
Bring them honour
Fresh tears are shed for our country
Fresh wounds have bled for our freedom
For freedom everywhere
War is not just a memory, but a reality

Remember today your sons, your brothers, your husbands, your fathers
Going are the memories of wars long past
But here in our hearts is a pain still new

Canada, your sons are still dying
Leaving the children fatherless
Caskets wrapped in red and white
Come brave soldiers of a new millenium
Carry the dead
Bring them honour