And my father was a Lion
And he went across the sea
To take the message to our brothers
That one day they would be free
We have no words to speak the memory
Of the good men that we lost
They never compromised our future
They never cared to count the cost
For one nation under heaven
And with tears in our eyes
We won’t forget the Lions’ memory
For our world they fought and died
And so they battled on the beaches
And they battled in the streets
They faced hell on earth in Europe
But their spirit never gave retreat
They never fought for king and country
They did not strive for glory vain
They died for us their unborn children
So that liberty would reign
For one nation under heaven
And with freedom burning bright
We must stand against all evil
We must fight and fight and fight
And so the Lions went to Asia
To the ‘Rising Sun’s back yard’
Fought in Burma and Malaysia
Hit the ‘samurai’ so hard
Though they were starved
And they were tortured
So severe was their test
Yet they still stood and fought like Lions
They gave democracy their best
For one nation under heaven
And one people under God
For the dreams of our tomorrows
Paid in full with Lions’ blood
What can we say of these our fathers
Or their stand that was so brave?
We must build a land that’s fit for heroes
From the ‘cradle to the grave’
And so they battled in the factories
And they battled in the halls
Took the battle to the poll booth
To tear down poverty’s bloody walls
For one nation under heaven
And with God upon our side
We can liberate the future
Give our children back their pride
And our God Himself a Lion
He died for you and He died for me
Took His battle to Mount Calvary
So our spirits could be free
What can we say of this our hero
Or the sacrifice He gave?
He fought all hell’s unholy armies
Defeated Satan and the grave!
And now we are the ‘Pride of Lions’
And we are our fathers’ sons
We’ll keep a watch on your tomorrows
So you have no need of guns
For one nation under heaven
And a people truly free
We salute the Lions’ victory
The bravest men in history!
Copyright 1995 by Louis Littlefair
(‘They shall not grow old as we that are left grow old.
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them
Laurence Binyon, “For the Fallen”)