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Fading Memories On Faded Stone

Fading Memories On Faded Stone


Here I stand, how do you see me?

Wondering if time has forgotten me

Just a glance you will look my way

Maybe even give me the time of day

Always hoped we'd be remembered

All those lives that were surrendered



     Reliving hard times you've never known

     Just fading memories on fading stone



Here I stand, too many years old

All alone in all weathers warm or cold

Passed by hundreds too busy to stay

And just too caught up, to even say good day

Just a pile of bricks with words worn down

Remembering those lost on battlegrounds



      Reliving hard times you've never known

      Just fading memories on fading stone


Here I stand on St. Mary's square

Wondering whether you still care

A lost memorial that's soon forgotten

All time low now at rock bottom

Disappointment, I just cannot hide

Of comrades standing side by side


     Reliving hard times you've never known

     Just fading memories on fading stone



  On August the fourth 1914 Britain went to war.

 Two years later the great war, had come to and afflicted Yate.

 By November the eleventh 1918 it was all over,

 and the troops returned home to their beloved ones.

 35 brave young men had not returned,

 lost in action, with only their names returned in stone.

 Hear not these names in sorrow, but with pride,

 and may you live as nobly as they once did



    Reliving hard times you've never known

    Just faded memories on fading stone

    on faded stone


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The lyrics

This song is in memory of the fallen soldiers of The Great War from Yate, a small town on the outskirts of Bristol, with then a population of around 1300.


The words are from the perspective of the war memorial itself, those fading memories of what is now faded stone.



There is an alternative version of this song, with a different narration,  which does not include direct references to Yate

                  Andy Horrell


 



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