Chris De Burgh

Up on the hill I see it begin,
Marking the heroes where they fall,
In the stone, in the stone the names of those who have gone;
And over the river, there is a place,
Where they remember boys and men,
Widows talk, widows talk of all that they could have been;
We can hear you, we can hear you whisper our names;
We can see you, we can see you reading our names;
Up here in heaven, we stand together,
Both the enemy and the friend, till the end of time,
Up here in heaven, we are forever,