POPPY FIELDS (V)

There's a town just north of Belfast, white houses row on row
There was raised an Ulster family, how proudly they did grow
Now proud and happy parents, watched there son grow to a man
And they taught him truth and justice, in this part of Ireland

One day there came a letter, with his comrades he would go
To a land across the water, where the tears and blood would flow
So he waved farewell to Ulster, and next morning at the dawn
A proud broken hearted mother, sent her son off to the Somme

One night as she was sleeping, in a dream there at the door
Stood a handsome looking soldier, the Kings colours he had on
He said mother don't you know me, let me in i'm feeling cold
But the crimson blood, upon his chest, the fateful story told

Theres a town just north of Belfast, where a father proudly cries
And a proud broken hearted mother, wipes the tears falling from her eyes
There's a graveyard north of Theipval, the white crosses row on row
Where he sleeps beside his comrades now, in the fields where the red poppies grow
Yes he sleeps beside his comrades now, in the fields where the red poppies grow