They told all the fine young men
"Ah, when this war is over
There will be peace
And the peace will last forever"
In Flanders Fields
At Lone Pine and Bersheeba
For king and country
Honour and for duty
The young men fought and cursed and wept and died

They told all the fine young men
"Ah, when this war is over
In your country's grateful heart
We will cherish you forever"
Tobruk and Alamein
Bhuna and Kokoda
In a world mad with war
Like their fathers before
The young men fought and cursed and wept and died

For many of those fine young men
All the wars are over
They've found their peace
It's the peace that lasts forever
When the call comes again
They will not answer
They're just forgotten bones
Lying far from their homes
Forgotten as the cause for which they died
Ah, Bluey, can you see now why they lied?