THE SOLDIER’S LAST MUSTER

 

When the sun is in the west

You will safely go to rest

At the setting of the sun

With your soldiers’ duties done

You will feel your God is nigh

As you ascend up to the sky

And in earths fading light

Where tears diminish sight

Where loved ones question why

A new star will grace the sky

Gleaming bright in the firmament

Proudly amongst the regiment

To mark the passing of a soldier son

Who died not seeing victory won

Now the time that moves us most

The plaintive lament of the last post

For those falling fighting foes

Heads bow as the bugle blows