...through cropredy in oxfordshire the cherwell takes its course
and the willows on its banks still gently weep
but still in peaceful dream
by this most placid stream
the poppies wake me from my rightful sleep
and the dreams that i have are red and gold
and the little stream becomes a flood
from all my brothers killing one another
till waking i realise it's all my own dear blood



for red and gold they are the colours
one is blood the other power
though i may find my rest by cropredy church
in green fields forever blooms the poppie flower...