The buildings in attendance
The stringy trees that surround
On Armistice Day
So many survivors
Eighty-two years after her birth

Now the pain is returning
Mrs. Gayton died in the snow
She was buried
On Armistice Day
There was standing room only
Her beloved baby buggy
Sorrow soaked flowers
And now the pain is returning
Returning

Now the pain is returning
Mrs. Gayton died in the snow
She was buried in the rain
On Armistice Day
There was standing room only
Now the pain is returning