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A child ran through the meadow on a sun drenched summer day |
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And then he stopped his play and kneeled in a field of poppies |
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A man walked through my ghetto on a humid summer day |
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And then he stopped to pay and he dealed in a field of poppies |
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Oh, flower of forgetfulness just an hour away to the moon |
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Take a deep breath if you are reaching for truth |
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While you're in the stupor the door knocks |
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And death takes another youth |
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Poppies, red poppies, red poppies |
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A boy I used to know a boy |
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I used to know |
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Who's laughter rang to the skies was a joy to behold |
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Then I looked into his eyes a look so cold |
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A boy who rose on [incomprehensible] in a field of poppies |
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Poppies, red poppies, red poppies |
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Red poppies, red poppies, red poppies |
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Red poppies, red poppies, red poppies |
