Armistice Day

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

Credits

Lyrics Credits: John Evans

Music Credits: John Evans

Producer Credits: John Evans

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Performance Credits: John Evans

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Description

Short Song Description: Does any generation really learn from the mistakes of others?

Long Song Description: Does any generation really learn from the mistakes of others?

Story Behind the Song:

Metadata

Song Length: 3:55

Primary Genre: Folk-General

Secondary Genre: Folk-Contemporary

Tempo: Medium Slow (91 - 110)

Lead Vocal: Male Vocal

Language: English

Era: 2000 and later