Normandy is a different story,
A story for another day,
A tale by moonlight.
We tell it either way:
In high or low tide
When the waves of
Utah
Omaha
Gold
Juno
......
Sirs, my hands are aloft in greetings
I salute you
My legs are together in attention
I hail you
My hat is off my head
I revere you
I thank you with the two greatest things I have:
My heart and my soul
Like the aggressor who lacked the edge to wear you down,
I lack the words to say thank you.
......
Normandy is a different story,
A story for another day,
A tale by moonlight.
We tell it either way:
In high or low tide
When the waves of
Utah
Omaha
Gold
Juno
......
Sirs, my hands are aloft in greetings
I salute you
My legs are together in attention
I hail you
My hat is off my head
I revere you
I thank you with the two greatest things I have:
My heart and my soul
Like the aggressor who lacked the edge to wear you down,
I lack the words to say thank you.
......