Sunsetting glory painted red and gold

Their mournful stories left untold

Oh blood-teared dove to heaven belong

Who doth remember thy sorrowful song?

The wind, she whispers over the land

Silently the spirits stir at her command

The fields are barren, scarred and dead

The grass is stained where souls have bled

This mournful landscape battered and broken

Is where the soldiers lie

Who will remember the words unspoken?

Of those sent to die

Who could be impertinent?

When soldiers they did fall

Lest still we did forget

The poppies on the wall