Surrenderer

They were the last ones to surrender

Now they're the first we will remember

As the candle burns low

Low

A letter home

Papa, this could be my last summer

But you mustn't fear

It's the greatest of adventures

We can't fault 'em what they didn't know

No, no

Yeah

Hmm Yeah mmmm Mmmmm Mmmmm

With pockets full of barley

And that hill soaked red

In their broken wave

They were buried

Without shroud or coffin

And that summer

The barley grew up out of the grave

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

They were the last ones to surrender

The best of our representatives

As we hold each other close

So close

They were the faithful defenders

We bow our heads to remember

As the candle burns low, low, so low

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

They were the last ones to surrender

Now they're the first we will remember

As the candle burn low

Whooo

Yeah Whooooo

Yeah Whooooo