Hear

them

whis-

per,

voi-

ces

from

the

ot-

her

side

Hear

them

cal-

ling

For-

mer

foes,

now

friends,

are

res-

ting

side

by

side

They

will

ne-

ver

leave

our

harts

or

fade

a-

way

Live

for-

ev-

er

They

were

far

too

young

to

die

in

such

a

way!

How

ma-

ny

was-

ted

lives?

How

ma-

ny

dreams

did

fade

a-

way?

Bro-

ken

pro-

mi-

ses,

they

won't

be

co-

ming

home

Oh,

mot-

hers

wipe

your

tears,

your

sons

will

rest

a

mil-

lion

years

Found

their

peace

at

last

as

foe

turn

to

friend

and

for-

give

and

they

knew

they'd

die

Gal-

li-

po-

li!

Left

their

let-

ters

in

the

sand

Such

waste

of

life

Gal-

li-

po-

li!

Dreams

of

free-

dom

turn

to

dust

Hell

is

wai-

ting

where

the

o-

cean

meets

the

sand

Cliffs

of

bur-

den

where

the

sol-

diers

rushed

in-

to

a

cer-

tain

death!

At

the

shore-

line

blood

of

he-

roes

stains

the

land

Light

a

can-

dle,

one

for

each

of

them

who

fought

and

died

in

vain!

There

is

no

e-

ne-

my,

there

is

no

vic-

to-

ry,

on-

ly

boys

who

lost

their

lives

in

the

sand

Young

men

were

sac-

ri-

ficed,

the

names

are

carved

in

stone

and

kept

a-

live

And

for-

e-

ver

we

will

ho-

nour

the

me-

mory

of

them

and

they

knew

they'd

die

Gal-

li-

po-

li!

Left

their

let-

ters

in

the

sand

Such

waste

of

life

Gal-

li-

po-

li!

Dreams

of

free-

dom

turn

to

dust

How

ma-

ny

was-

ted

lives?

How

ma-

ny

dreams

did

fade

a-

way?

Bro-

ken

pro-

mi-

ses,

they

won't

be

co-

ming

home

Oh,

mot-

hers

wipe

your

tears,

your

sons

will

rest

a

mil-

lion

years

Found

their

peace

at

last

as

foe

turn

to

friend

and

for-

give

and

they

knew

they'd

die

Gal-

li-

po-

li!

Left

their

let-

ters

in

the

sand

Such

waste

of

life

Gal-

li-

po-

li!

Dreams

of

free-

dom

turn

to

dust