as the sun sets low, and the shadows grow,
on headstones row upon row.
as the night surrounds, the hallowed ground,
where our comrades lie below.
you will hear the beat of their marching feet,
you may even feel them near.
as the parade away, at the end of the day,
the ulster volunteers.
as the sun sets low, and the shadows grow,
on headstones row upon row.
as the night surrounds, the hallowed ground,
where our comrades lie below.
you will hear the beat of their marching feet,
you may even feel them near.
as the parade away,...