Remembrance Day (The 4-Skins)

Remember the fields all full of red The Rows of Poppies growing over the dead Sent to die in a far off field A part of land that will never heal Chorus: Lest we ever do forget the price that had to be paid Lest we ever do forget the sacrifices they made Never mind the rights and wrongs of war The young men fell in their scores Men of all classes and men of all age Men who would never live for today For the men who fought against the scourge of power We celebrate their death by wearing a flower The call will come again and again The lines will be formed and men go away Left to wonder the truth of it all But will you be able to resist that call Remembrance Remembrance Remebrance Day!