"what passing-bells for these who die as cattle?    - only the monstrous anger of the guns.   Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle   Can patter out their hasty orisons.   No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells;   Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs, -   The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;   And bugles calling for them from sad shires."      (wilfred owen, 1918)   Now the day has run   When the cover comes   But any fool can see   Ahead      Silence is my friend   But it has to end   Any fool can see   Ahead      It's the longest night   It's the longest night   Cold winds may blow   On the longest night      So we write our letters   To those far away   Any fool can see   Ahead      The distant sound of thunder   A choir of wailing shells   Any fool can see   Ahead      It's the longest night   It's the longest night   Cold winds may blow   On the longest night   I don't want to fight   I don't know who's right   Cold winds they blow   On this longest night      It's the longest night   It's the longest night   Cold winds may blow   On this longest night      Music & lyrics by: geoff downes, john payne & ben woolfenden