We'll remember when that wreath
Is just a crown of thorns
To drape around your helmet

Hide out anywhere at all

We'll remember when you're no more
Than a poem on a grave
A sideline for the guy
Who writes the birthday cards but never signs his name

He's got your number, feels your pain
Though you're smiling from the mantlepiece
And you've got your rifle trained
It's pointing at the T.V.

Shall we tell you when to fire?
There's a program we all hate
It's not a late show
So you won't be tired

We remember how you loved the war films
And hid behind the sofa
Throwing balls of silver paper

We remember. We remember.
We've got our poppies on
We hear the clock chime out eleven.
We remember, we remember.

It's Poppy Day.
You shall not grow old!

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