The poppy fields lament


Hey
The bullets are flying
I’m I really dying
But I feel fine
Yes I feel fine

And did you discover
You have a brother
Who’s dying on the line?
Dying on the line


In this world of madness
I was never taught to swim
So now I drown in insanity
With these emotions I hold within

Wish upon a shooting star
In the hopes your dreams will come true
One person’s dreams another’s nightmare
You can’t separate the two
You can’t separate the two


Hey
The bullets are flying
I’m I really dying
But I feel fine
Yes I feel fine

And did you discover
You have a brother
Who’s dying on the line?
Dying on the line


And the solders are prophets and poets
For the children not yet born
But no one will ever remember our names
Until there on the stone

And when this war is over
And the red has mixed with green
They will bury us in the poppy fields
To hide what we have seen
To hide what we have seen


Hey
The bullets are flying
I’m I really dying
But I feel fine
Yes I feel fine

And did you discover
You have a brother
Who’s dying on the line?
Dying on the line


And what do we say to the orphans
The reasons for our wars
When we fight for a king and country
Not knowing what the killing is for

As I lay here under the moon
In my final place of rest
The church will send me prayers
To say that I am blessed


Your church will send me prayers
To say that I am blessed
To say that I am blessed
But my blessing is this


Hey
The bullets are flying
I’m I really dying
But I feel fine
Yes I feel fine

And did you discover
You have a brother
Who’s dying on the line?
Dying on the line

Cool lyrics..

Thnk you once again Ainjel. Busy writing more mow, and shall post in a few days.