Red Poppy Fields

And the soldiers walk on
Through the sorrow of their storms
The sorrow of their storms
Red poppy fields grow
In the valley of the Somme
In the valley of the Somme
This is the real life
Where even our friends fight
And love fades
Fades to the west
This cannot be what is real
As the night rolls on through the thunder storms
I can feel it
All the dust advance
This is my last dance
There was never hate
Only lies fed to my face
How could I have known
And all my brothers gone
Buried where we won
Now nothing to show
This is the real life
Where even our friends fight
And love fades
Fades to the west
This cannot be what is real
As the night rolls on through the thunder storms
I can feel it
All the dust advance
This is my last dance
This cannot be what is real
As the night rolls on through the thunder storms
I can feel it
All the dust advance
This is my last dance