[Verse 1] We fold the flag with practiced hands, Thirteen times for what it stands, Each crease a promise, sharp and true, For those who wore the red, white, blue. [Verse 2] The bugle calls across the stone, Twenty-one notes, each one alone, "Taps" rings out through morning air, For brothers, sisters resting there. [Pre-Chorus ] We are the last to say goodbye, The ones who stand when mothers cry, With white gloves worn and rifles raised, We honor those who gave their days. [Chorus ] We are Post Three Eighteen, standing tall, Answering every sacred call, For every soldier, every name, We guard the memory, tend the flame. Through rain and sun, we will not fall, We are the Honor Guard for all. [Verse 3] The casket draped, the family near, We hold the line through grief and fear, No words can mend what war has torn, But we stand watch from dusk to morn. [Verse 4] From distant wars to hometown ground, We bring them home without a sound, With reverence carved in every move, The debt we owe, we strive to prove. [Pre-Chorus ] We are the shield against the night, The keepers of the final rite, With boots that shine and hearts that know, We serve the ones who had to go. [Chorus ] We are Post Three Eighteen, standing tall, Answering every sacred call, For every soldier, every name, We guard the memory, tend the flame. Through rain and sun, we will not fall, We are the Honor Guard for all. [Bridge ] And when the pipes begin to wail, They tell a thousand-year-old tale, Of warriors gone but not forgot, Of battles won and battles fought. We carry forward what they gave, From first breath to the final grave. [Chorus ] We are Post Three Eighteen, standing tall, Answering every sacred call, For every soldier, every name, We guard the memory, tend the flame. Through rain and sun, we will not fall, We are the Honor Guard for all. [Outro ] The flag is folded, duty done, But we remain when day is won, For every hero laid to rest, We give our solemn, sacred best. Post Three Eighteen, we stand as one.