Watch Your Daughter's Children Play
Watch your daughter's children play
Thirty years ago today
Memories of your last young summer
Never seemed so far away
Smiling at the gathering store
In your khaki uniform
When you marched along the high street
Did you see the stars?
Did you listen to your heartbeat?
Did you find what you were looking for?
In the somewhere over there
Was the answer found on the battleground?
Was the question really fair?
Tell me of a cross that stands
Planted by a gardener's hand
Tended only by the weather
Somewhere in the no man's land
And does my love of life betray
His immortal memory?
Poppies on a dusty high street
Echoes of your lasting heartbeat
Poppies on a dusty high street
