Cover them over with beautiful flowers,
Deck them with garlands, those
brothers of ours,
Lying so silent by night and by day
Sleeping the years
of their manhood away.
Give them the meed they have won in the past;
Give them the honors their future forcast;
Give them the chaplets they
won in the strife;
Give them the laurels they lost with their life.
And because I have a huge, thankful soft spot for our men and women in uniform, I can never hear these songs without a catch in my throat:
Happy Memorial Day, my friends.