I will March through the field with boots full of lace...

Running through a battled poppy field
Feeling the brushing of honor 
Blood spilt dad told me what to feel 
Will I live to see light, I do ponder 

What memories could I take, how many tears fell
How many hearts would break. The few hearts would sell
To the enemy a parachute would cover their head 
The english carried my heart and the enemy would've bled 

I will raise my hand and salute the brave 
I will March the fields with boots full of lace 
Love was lost and then found
As it came across the radio tears soaked my face

To the beat of the drum let's March forward 
Today is the day but there are more tomorrow's 
Give me an angel to do my will and I'll live the forces 
Should I let down my barrier and carry their sorrows

TODAY I'll raise my hand and salute the brave
TODAY I'll March the fields with boots full of lace 
TODAY love was lost and then found 
TODAY no radio sound but still tears soak my face.... 
Salute! As tears soak my face....