A child ran through the meadow on a sun drenched summer day

And then he stopped his play

And kneeled in a field of poppies.



A man walked through my ghetto on a humid summer day

And then he stopped to pay and he dealed in a field of poppies.



Oh, flower of forgetfulness, just an hour away to the moon

Take a deep breath if you are reaching for truth

While you're in the stupor

The door knocks and death takes another youth.



Poppies, red poppies..., red poppies...



A boy I used to know, a boy I used to know who's laughter rang to the skies

Was a joy to behold

Then I looked into his eyes, a look so cold, a boy who (rose on (???sorry))

In a field of poppies



Poppies, red poppies, red poppies, red poppies..., red poppies...,

red poppies...., red poppies..., red poppies..., red poppies...,