Poppies In A Field Of Corn

Hey boy what are you doing ? what are you saying ? with that in your hand

You're saying nothing, you're talking to no-one

You give me the needle, I give you my hand.

Hey boy I see you are leaving, leaving this country to die alone

Your ship is no mayflower and you are no pilgrim, you are a victim of the poppy fields

So tell me why, why are there are poppies, so many poppies in this field of corn.

Hey boy I see you have nothing, no family to tell you, you're slipping away

You fly to a country, it's poor and it's hungry

Its children need feeding but not in your way

So tell me why, you are a poppy, like so many poppies in this field of corn.

Who tends the garden ? who feeds the children ? who's growing poppies in this field of corn ?

In a foreign country, forever England, we're growing poppies in their fields of corn, in their fields of corn.