notes:
In Holy Fields the poppies blow
Crescents and Magen Davids, row on row,
They mark our place; and in the sky
The kestrels few still bravely fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
He keeps on walking courageous and brave
In his hand you see his blade
In his other hand you see his shield
He keeps on walking to the deadly field
He keeps on walking with all his might
He will attack in the dead of night
Although the battle is already over
He'll continue fighting for he's a soldier.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Holy Fields, where we did die.
Take not our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The dove is yours to hold her high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, poppies shall grow
In the Holy Fields, row by row.
Poppy we are but children small,
We are too little to do it all.
Children you may come do your part.
Love each other is how you start.
Play, don't fight. Share games and toys.
Be kind and thoughtful to all girls and boys.
And then one day this peace we'll see
That is my wish, let it be...
