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 [incomprehensible] in a field of poppies Poppies, red poppies, red poppies Red poppies, red poppies, red poppies Red poppies, red poppies, red poppies
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 [incomprehensible] in a field of poppies Poppies, red poppies, red poppies Red poppies, red poppies, red poppies Red poppies, red poppies, red poppies
