One summer Morning

 

Came them the young boys in their thousands

One summer morning just like this

Reaching out for a mother’s kiss

The sturdy arm of a father

Came then the bullets and splintering shell

Mud and blood and ripping wire

Into smoke black and buggered hell

 

They’re still there in the fields beneath the flowers

In their thousands where they fell

In their thousands where they lay

They still await a fond kiss from mother

They still await their father’s arm

In the fields beneath the flowers

In the fields wherein they lay

 

Came them the young boys in their thousands

One summer morning just like this