They told all the fine young men,
That, when this war is over,
There will be peace,
And the peace will last forever.
In Flanders Fields,
At Lone Pine and Bersheeba,
For king and country,
For honour and duty,
The young men fought and cursed and wept and died.
They told all the fine young men,
That when this war is over,
In your country’s grateful heart
We will cherish you forever.
At Tobruk and Alamein,
At Bhuna and Kokoda,
Like their fathers before,
In a world mad with war,
Those young men fought and cursed and wept and died.
For many of those fine young men
All their wars are over,
They have found their peace,
It’s a peace that lasts forever.
When the call comes again,
They will not answer,
They’re just forgotten bones,
Lying far from their homes,
Has forgotten as the cause for which they died.
Oh, young man, can you see now why they lied?
