The brave young man

The brave young man was twenty

when his plane fell from the sky,

Trapped in flaming wreckage

an awful way to die.

For sixty years he’d lain there beneath

the English sod,

And no one knew as they walked by

upon a grave they trod.

Quite by chance the brave young man

was found and then exhumed,

And laid to rest within the place his parents

were entombed.

God bless that brave young man and all the boys

that were The Few,

And I thank God he’s now beside

the one that bore him too.