Our brothers, sons and fathers who fought the great world war
They lost their lives in battle amidst the blood and gore
They fought so hard so we could live, they fought for truth and peace
Their only dream was of the day hostilities would cease

When the war was over and we had to count the cost
Impossible to really say how many lives were lost
The wives who lost their husbands, the mothers lost their sons
These soldiers gone forever, amidst the bombs and guns

So when you pin your poppy on, remember those who fell
Remember why they died for us in such a living hell
Remember every bomb that dropped and every deadly round
The men that lay on battlefields like petals on the ground