In One Hundred Years Lyrics

In One Hundred Years

We'll be home for Christmas, I heard the captain say

As we marched out from the Drill Hall, to give our lives away

From the Clusters to the station, through the bustle and the cheers

Our path was straight to victory, our mission crystal clear

I called out to my sweetheart, who was waiting at the train

Just listen to what the captain says, we'll soon be home again

We'll be home for Christmas, for the country and the King

We'll look down from the Chevin and this is what we'll sing

Fasten on your bayonets, the time is drawing near

The farewell cries of Belper Town still ringing in our ears

Strap your helmets on now lads and wipe away your tears

For we will be remembered, in one hundred years

Honoured and remembered, in one hundred years

The mist lies in the valley, in Boulogne Sur Mer

Like it settled in the Dalley, when I used to meet you there

Then the camp, a sea of white, standing on the hill

To turn our hands to fighting, as used to tend the mill

Hands to hold a rifle, boots for marching on

And a heart for dear old England and the town where I come from

Fasten on your bayonets, the time is drawing near

The farewell cries of Belper Town still ringing in our ears

Strap your helmets on now lads and wipe away your tears

For we will be remembered, in one hundred years

Honoured and remembered, in one hundred years

The road to Ypres was silent, oh what have we become?

We band of good mill workers, turned servants to the gun

I'm standing in the trenches, and I look up to the sky

I call your name as I'm going now

To where the bullets fly

So, fasten on your bayonets, the time is drawing near

The farewell cries of Belper Town still ringing in our ears

Strap your helmets on now lads and wipe away your tears

For we will be remembered, in one hundred years

Honoured and remembered, in one hundred years