The poppy fields

Graves stand white as white

Marking soldiers who went to fight

Pointless death through pointless strife

Every lost departed life

Fighters strong and brave and noble

Fighting wars and going global

Poppies red as blood that's spilled

Near each grave that has been filled

Friends and fathers, cousins, brothers

Won't come home to wives and mothers

Flowers, fields, bullets, guns

Mothers weep for long lost sons

End the wars, bring peace we say

Save lives that are lost every day

Stop the bombs put down your gun

And let each country have some fun

Making graves white as white

To mark soldiers who went to fight

Mourn the deaths and mourn the strife

And find each lost departed life