Cenotaph

History repeats itself



Remembrance Sunday,

a war to end all wars,

and the war that came after that,

to keep freedom's 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 won't mean goodbye,

when Johnny comes marching home