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 […]
Long long ago in China I’m told To England was traded some tea And so sealed the fate In pieces of eight All England and all of the world Yeah…poppies When soon his majesty sent soldiers and thieves To India searching for gold Instead from the ground Some magic they found Something far better I’m […]