cenotaph

History repeats itself
Remembrance Sunday,
a war to end all wars,
and the war that came after that,
to keep freedoms flag flying
Lest we forget
the glorious dead ,
Poppy Day, remember poppies are red
and the fields are full of poppies
History repeats itself
And when the lights go on again
all over the world
and when the boys come home,
all over the world
rain and snow will be all that fall
from out of the sky
a kiss wont mean goodbye,
when Johnny comes marching home