FLOWERS FOR THE FALLEN
Roses for their lovers,
Roses for their wives
Roses red and yellow
To sweeten loving lives.
But who will wear the roses
When love and life are flown,
When lovers lie in foreign fields
Under foreign stone?
Pick -
Poppies for a soldier, dear
Will you buy a bloom?
The scarlet of these poppies
Won't be fading soon.
Forget-me-not is pretty
Like gentle summer skies
Pick a little posy
"Forget-me-not?" it sighs.
But who will not forget them
When memories are flown
When lovers lie in foreign fields
And hearts are turned to stone?
So -
Poppies for a soldier, dear
Will you buy a bloom?
The scarlet of these poppies
Won't be fading soon.
Pansies for a soldier's girl
The purple of heartsease
The glowing gentle faces
Swaying in the breeze
But who will pick the pansies
When the girls are left alone
When lovers lie in foreign fields
And hearts are turned to stone?
So -
Poppies for a soldier, dear
Will you buy a bloom?
The scarlet of these poppies
Won't be fading soon.
And take a blood-red poppy
And pin it to your breast
Remembering the fallen
And wish them gentle rest.
Flowers for the fallen
And those they left at home
Wear a blood-red poppy
Remembrance of our own.
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