This is the field

Where hundreds of people

Like poppies are bursting

And marching with pride

Free to stay

Free to fight, to shoot, to kill

This is the field

Where hundreds of people

Are burning like crosses

And turning to ash

Free to go

Free, the hurt, the pain, the blame



Then you saved me from the water

Then you changed me into fire

Leaving tuppence on the plate

You hurry home now don't be late

Ahead you see the daylight fail

Wonder where the time has gone



This place is holy

And this place is empty

No one is praying to Jesus today

Free to choose

Free to win, to draw, to lose



Then you saved me from the water

Then you changed me into fire

Leaving tuppence on the plate

You hurry home now don't be late

Ahead you see the daylight fail

Wonder where the time has gone