Only remembered for what we have done

Faded away like the stars in the morning,
Losing their light in the glorious sun—
Thus would we pass from this earth and its toiling,
Only remembered for what we have done.

Only remembered, only remembered,
Only remembered for what we have done;
Thus would we pass from this earth and its toiling,
Only remembered for what we have done.

Horses and men, plowshares and traces,
The line on the land and the paths of the sun.
Season by season we mark nature's graces,
Only remembered for what we have done.

Only remembered, only remembered,
Only remembered for what we have done;
Season by season we mark nature's graces,
Only remembered for what we have done.


From War Horse, The National Theatre