Thunder Of The Guns

Like the storm that's in the making
When the rumbling thunder runs
And the hills and valleys tremble: That's the thunder of the guns.

When the aiming posts are planted
And the firing order comes
Then the layers work their magic
With their sight and bubble runs
Then the check is on the charges
And the range that's on the drum
Then the muzzle flashes lightning: That's the thunder of the guns.

It's in the fury of the battle
When the understanding comes
That the Gunner is forever
A partner with the guns
The Gunner's pride is legend
And the battles he has won
Bring Regimental Honours : Through the thunder of his guns.

With the smoking breaches empty
And the dust and cordite gone
There's a rumble in the distance: That's the thunder of the guns.

The Gods of War have finished
And the sands of time have run
But always there's the memory of the thunder of the guns.
And as today becomes the future
Our sons will tell their sons
That the men whose blood they carry: Knew the thunder of the guns.

In the valley of the shadow
When his comrades are as one
Their hearts will surely gladden
For they're the only ones
That understand the music: In the thunder of the guns.

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