Somewhere Only We Know So bow your head now, standing still in silence we will all pray, No wars will

l in silence we will all pray, No wars will stop us singing;

I walked across an empty land To learn and live in peace and justice on Armistice Day. our voices will stay strong.
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand Even through the darkest night
I felt the earth beneath my feet November, November, the clock strikes ten and then, eleven we will sing our song.
Sat by the river and it made me complete will bring
The silence of respect for those that history can’t forget. We will sing,
Oh simple thing, where have you gone? Now for them a song of thanks we sing. we will sing,
I'm getting tired and I need someone to rely on we must sing our song.
So bow your head now, standing still in silence we will all pray,
I came across a fallen tree To learn and live in peace and justice on Armistice Day. In Flanders Fields
I felt the branches of it looking at me Part 1
Is this the place we used to love? (Part 1) So bow your head now, standing still In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Is this the place that I've been dreaming of? (Part 2) So bow your head, Between the crosses, row on row,
(Part 1) in silence we will all pray, That mark our place; and in the sky
Oh simple thing, where have you gone? (Part 2) we will all pray, The larks, still bravely singing, fly
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on (Part 1) to learn and live in peace and justice Scarce heard amid the guns below.
(Part 2) to learn and live
And if you have a minute, why don't we go (All) on Armistice Day. We are the Dead. Short days ago
Talk about it somewhere only we know? We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
This could be the end of everything No Wars Will Stop Us Singing Loved and were loved, and now we lie
So why don't we go somewhere only we know? Ugly sounds are overhead and the streets are coloured red. In Flanders fields. (Repeat)
Somewhere only we know Young lives lost ev’ry day, it’s always been that way.
But we believe one day we’ll see a world at peace, in harmony. Part 2 - We are the fallen,
Oh simple thing where have you gone? And that is why we say Remember us,
I'm getting old and I need someone to rely on In Flanders fields,
So tell me when you're gonna let me in No wars will stop us singing; Where the poppies grow,
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin our voices will stay strong. row by row
Even through the darkest night Sing for peace.
And if you have a minute, why don't we go we will sing our song.
Talk about it somewhere only we know? Take up our quarrel with the foe:
This could be the end of everything No fear will stop us dreaming; To you from failing hands we throw
So why don't we go somewhere only we know? our dreams will light the sky. The torch; be yours to hold it high.
Somewhere only we know Even when all hope is gone If ye break faith with us who die.
our dreams will not die. We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
Remember In Flanders fields.
We are the future; we are tomorrow;
Remember, remember, those who fought and fell so we could we are the peace that you all crave. One hundred years, what have we learnt?
be free. If our lives are taken we’ll sing from beyond the grave. Between the decades, to war we turn.
The sacrifice they made; so brave, with valour their lives they It marks our time, yet in this place,
gave. (We are the future; we are tomorrow; We sing for peace, to the human race.
Gone, but they live on in memory. the peace that you all crave. While somewhere now, war rages on.
We’ll sing from beyond the grave.) We are the children, this is our time.
To each and every one of you, There was steak, steak, They go down, tiddlee down, down.
From hopeful hearts we chime. To give you bellyache,
Sing out for peace, across the earth. In the Quartermaster’s stores. Up! Down! Flying around,
Let those in Flander’s fields, know their worth. (Repeat) Looping the loop and defying the ground.
My eyes are dim, I cannot see, They’re all frightfully keen,
Part 2 - We are the future, I have not brought my specs with me. Those magnificent men in their flying machines.
This is our song, I have not brought my specs with me.
We sing to you, They can fly upside-down with their feet in the air,
As one we stand, There was bread, bread, They don’t think of danger, they really don’t care.
The message clear, Harder than your head, Newton would think he had made a mistake,
Sing out for peace. In the stores, in the stores, To see those strong men and the chances they take.
There was bread, bread,
Seize the opportunity, Just like lumps of lead, Those magnificent men in their flying machines,
To talk of peace, not travesty. In the Quartermaster’s stores. They go up, tiddlee up, up,
No more war we say, remember those today, They go down, tiddlee down, down.
Where the poppies grow, in Flanders fields. My eyes are dim, I cannot see, They enchant all the ladies and steal all the scenes,
In Flanders fields. I have not brought my specs with me. With their up, tiddlee up, up
I have not brought my specs with me. They go down, tiddlee down, down.
MEDLEY LYRICS
It’s a long way to Tipperary, They were summoned from the hillside, Up! Down! Flying around,
It’s a long way to go, They were called in from the glen, Looping the loop and defying the ground.
It’s a long way to Tipperary, And the country found them ready They’re all rightfully kings,
To the sweetest girl I know. At the stirring call for men. Those magnificent men, those magnificent men,
Goodbye, Piccadilly, Let no tears add to their hardship, Those magnificent men in their flying machines.
Farewell, Leicester Square, As the soldiers pass along,
It’s a long, long way to Tipperary, And although your heart is breaking, It's a long way to Tipperary,
But my heart’s right there. (Repeat) Make it sing this cheery song: It's a long way to go, It's a long way to Tipperary
To the sweetest girl I know!
There were rats, rats, Keep the home fires burning, Goodbye, To Picca-dilly,
Big as bloomin’ cats, While your hearts are yearning, Farewell, Leicester Square!
In the stores, in the stores, Though your lads are far away It's a long long way to Tipperary,
There were rats, rats, They dream of Home; But my heart's right there.
Big as bloomin’ cats, There’s a silver lining
In the Quartermaster’s stores. Through the dark clouds shining, Pack up your troubles in your old kit-bag,
Turn the dark cloud inside out, And smile, smile, smile,
My eyes are dim, I cannot see, ‘Til the boys come home. While you've a lucifer to light your fag,
I have not brought my specs with me. Smile, boys, that's the style.
I have not brought my specs with me. Those magnificent men in their flying machines, What's the use of worrying?
They go up, tiddlee up, up, It never was worth while, so
There was steak, steak, They go down, tiddlee down, down. Pack up your troubles in your old kit-bag,
Tough as cattle cake, They enchant all the ladies and steal all the scenes, And smile, smile, smile.
In the stores, in the stores, With their up, tiddlee up, up