There’s an old man in my pub that has a life he won’t reveal
He doesn’t get too drunk I think he just wants to feel
I remember my Dad never said a word about the war
Is he much the same did he think what he fought for?
These old men that we know of and just don’t give much thought
Some think that they’re a waste of space cause history ain’t taught
The youth in our nation make no effort to connect
Cause my old man who fought for us he didn’t see respect.
The poppy is the everlasting of us all
Without the poppy understanding will just fall
The poppy has to be kept standing tall…
The poppy!
The poppy is the strength that we all seek
The root and branch our heart of everything we speak
The poppy symbolizes we will never be weak…
The poppy!
And back to that old man sitting quiet with his drinks
I wonder what he’s wondering I wonder what he thinks
All I know is what I know a poppy should be showed
All these guys that fought for us should get what they are owed.
And to my Dad who never really spoke about the war
I wheedled out some bits and bobs on why he fought war for
His right and wrong is as mine is and this was never taught
The rights and wrongs for us I think is why they stood and fought.