Easter Sunday
\nHear the guards
\nMarching down to where
\nSt James Palace
\nFrom Wellington Barracks
\nIn Winter Cloaks
\nThe air
\ncold
\nTheir faces ruddy
\nSpring is on its way
\nBut Winters breath
\nYou can feel it
\nOn this Easter Day<\/p>\n
Grey cloaks and black trousers
\nWhite gloves and black boots
\nEach carrying an instrument
\nIt feels cold at one\u2019s roots
\nMarching all in unison
\nThis is what they do
\nthe Welsh Guards
\nIn their livery
\nMake a splendid view.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Easter Sunday Hear the guards Marching down to where St James Palace From Wellington Barracks In Winter Cloaks The air cold Their faces ruddy Spring is on its way But Winters breath You can feel it On this Easter Day … Continue reading