The scouts arrive at 7
 A simple ceremony
 Shorter than you expect it to be
 The flags are given out 
 And each scout finds his line of stones
  
 Press the flag into the ground
 Read out the name on the marker
 Salute
  
 86 thousand times in the morning
 86 thousand times
  
As if a rich spring rain has brought the flowers out
 Old glory blossoms everywhere at once
  
 And next year, they will return at 7
 The time between has passed as if we only slept the night
  
 And boys are men
 Coming here again
 To have their names read out
 Saluted by a scout