Some folk have asked about the lyrics - so here they are. "I'll have no bugles played from lonely shires Or flags half-raised on some country spire I'll have no curtains drawn in silent rooms No mausoleum or marble tomb Foundations laid with heads bowed down Or hushed cortege in some English town But in these coming days Pause awhile to think of me And gently smile I want no sad parade to muffled drums Or fiddles played at the setting sun No words engraved on some woodland bower Or coat of arms on some distant tower No flowers strewn on wayside shrines Or solemn prayers with arms entwined In these coming days will you pause awhile To think of me and gently smile Go shout out the words we left unsaid Go walk on the paths I will never tread But in these coming days will you pause awhile To think of me and gently smile"
Some folk have asked about the lyrics - so here they are.
"I'll have no bugles played from lonely shires
Or flags half-raised on some country spire
I'll have no curtains drawn in silent rooms
No mausoleum or marble tomb
Foundations laid with heads bowed down
Or hushed cortege in some English town
But in these coming days
Pause awhile to think of me
And gently smile
I want no sad parade to muffled drums
Or fiddles played at the setting sun
No words engraved on some woodland bower
Or coat of arms on some distant tower
No flowers strewn on wayside shrines
Or solemn prayers with arms entwined
In these coming days will you pause awhile
To think of me and gently smile
Go shout out the words we left unsaid
Go walk on the paths I will never tread
But in these coming days will you pause awhile
To think of me and gently smile"
Gorgeous.
Sublime
Absolutely beautiful Steve 👏❤️
I have no words, tears maybe
Beautiful
Wow, just beautiful!