Song Description
Does any generation really learn from the mistakes of others?
| Song Length |
3:55 |
Genre |
Folk - General, Folk - Contemporary |
| Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
Armistice Day
Early Sunday, Sunday morning
Just like all the rest
Weary church bells, call the faithful
In their Sunday best
But no prayers for the living today
Only poppies where the dead men lay
And in the silence children play
They're playing war, on Armistice Day
Dazed and weary, hiding memories
Home the broken man
Those that know him, try to understand
But no-one really can
My uncle Billy's got a gun says Sam
I'm going to kill as many bad men as I can
How he wishes he was a man
He's playing war, on Armistice Day
The dreams of a rising generation, face down in the mud
The price of a few more peaceful years paid with reluctant blood
So in the classroom, in the history books
In the story's told
Lies the message, shouts the warning
But the fire is cold
So no prayers for the living today
Only poppies where the dead men lay
And in the silence children play
They're playing war, on Armistice Day