.It's Christmas Eve. And a young man, caught up in the jingoistic fervour of the First World War hears he has been called up. Too late, he and his loved ones realise the grim reality of war. .....On the 100th anniversary of the Armistice, a song of the betrayed trust and hopes of a generation of young men and their loved ones.
Lyrics
Moving to midnight
Moving to midnight
Moving to midnight
Choir sings in moonlight
Moving to midnight
Candles bright, dreams take flight
Moving to midnight
Tears bathed in starlight
Moving to midnight
He must leave at first light
Bugle sounds, men called to die
He just smiled, tried not to cry
It's late, it's late to question why
Moving to midnight
Reaping their birthright
[Young man speaking....]
'Too Late now to question why
Ours is but to do and die
while those at home repeat the lie
Dulce et decorum est, pro patria mori'.
Bugle sounds, men called to die
He just smiled, tried not to cry
Too late, too late to reason why
Moving to midnight