They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old

They shall not grow old
They shall not grow old They shall not grow old
They shall not grow old They shall not grow old
St Albans is the only place where I have ever seen individual streets with their own war memorials.  Each year, poignantly, they are hung with poppy wreaths on Remembrance Sunday.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old.
At the going down of the sun, and in the morning, we will remember them.