“My son, goodbye, to war I go,
To carry the Colors, our Kingdom show.
The battle is fierce, I may not return,
From clash of arms and fires that burn!”
“Why must you go, Da’? I don’t understand.”
“My son, I fight to free this land.”
“What is that flag, Da? I don’t understand.”
“These Colors I wave by the strength of His hand!”
Raise the Colors of the Kingdom, Lift the Standard high,
Wave the Flag for all to see, Let the Colors fly!
On battlefield, far, the smoke and haze,
Blinds and chokes men into a daze.
Cannons and muskets explode all around,
Near and far the echoing sounds!
Then there’s a shout! A rallying cry!
It’s Da’ with the Standard, raising it high!
Fear-filled fighters, lift their eyes:
Courage is stirred deep as the Flag flies!
Raise the Colors of the Kingdom, Lift the Standard high,
Wave the Flag for all to see, Let the Colors fly!
A musket rings out, the shot finds its mark,
Then, the Standard-Bearer’s eyes go dark.
For a moment he stops, then falls to his knees,
His young son whose sweet face in mind’s eye, he sees!
A nearby companion, runs to his aid,
As Da’ shouts to his son, who is so far away:
“Together we’ll struggle to hold this Flag high,
So, the Kingdom’s Colors can continue to fly!”
Raise the Colors of the Kingdom, Lift the Standard high,
Wave the Flag for all to see, Let the Colors fly!
Raise the Colors of the Kingdom, Lift the Standard high,
Wave the Flag for all to see, Let the Colors fly!
History may not tell if they live or die:
Those who carry the Colors so high,
Their choice, the sacrifice made willingly;
Their faith, hope and love is the price to stay free!
