Rest on the laurels of our soldiers legacy.
He fought for our land and he died for his majesty.
Freedom it dont come for free.
So while you′re sitting there,
Spare a thought for those who paved the way
As we that are left grow old
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
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
Eyes that will never gaze again
On the green grass and the warm sea of home
As we that are left grow old
At the going down of the sun...
Freedom it don't come for free
So while you′re sitting there
Spare a thought for those who paved the way
As we that are left grow old
At the going down of the sun and in the morning