click on the preview icon (right) to study the score

And the poppies grow

between the rows

where the soldiers laid down their souls

and the ground is cold

and I’m feeling so old

with these flowers I gently hold

The wind, it starts to haunt me

with tales of long ago.

The brave ones who left their families,

they were much too far from home.

chorus

The young are asking questions

of war throughout the lands.

If only they would listen,

our world might stand a chance.