This land was thick with forest
And is now of trees bereft
The cacophony of war is gone
And a peaceful quiet left
The windmill stands in silence
Amidst the pumpkins and the corn
The grass and soil are fertile
When once they were war torn
And it’s just outside of Wulvergem
That they laid your body down
Beneath the skies your eyes last seen
In a foreign field and ground
Far away from little brook
And fields of green to roam
Far away from loving look
And far away from home
For here it is that Tommy fell
And his story was not told
But now the time has come to tell
Of young Tommy oh so bold
Because he fought for freedom
Midst the madness and insane
And we live in peace and comfort
His loss was not in vain
He was only 24
When young Tommy gave his life
No children no future
No home no loving wife
At the going down of the sun
Our hearts and thoughts are set
For Thomas Francis Durr
We never will forget.