Kindred Spirit - Poppies in a Field of Corn

Hey, boy, what are you doing?
What are you saying?
With that in your hand
You're saying nothing
You're talking to no-one
You give me the needle
I give you my hand

Hey, boy, I see you are leaving
Leaving this country
To die alone
Your ship is no Mayflower
And you are no pilgrim
You are a victim
Of the poppy fields

So tell me why (why)
Why there are poppies
So many poppies
In this field of corn

Hey, boy, I see you have nothing
No family to tell you
You're slipping away
You fly to a country
It's poor and it's hungry
Its children need feeding
But not in your way

So tell me why (why)
You are a poppy
Like so many poppies
In this field of corn

Who tends the garden?
Who feeds the children?
Who's growing poppies
In this field of corn?

In a foreign country
Forever England
We're growing poppies
In their fields of corn
In their fields of corn