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,