DESCRIPTION:
Footage from original video (now removed to be replaced with this one) manipulated to fit the final version of this lovely song from my friend Dean.

Lyrics as follows:-

When I was at school
I heard of you
But didn't know the price you paid
You were just a name
In the room with the cane
A notebook in a glass case

Bullets and daffodils
For every young man killed
Blood stains on the yellow hills

Poppies and monuments
For a generation lost
The wind of war is never still

So they took us away
To see the graves
And there I found your name
In the parallel lines
Of thousands of lives
All chiselled away

Bullets and daffodils
For every young man killed
Blood stained against the yellow hills

Poppies and monuments
For a generation lost
The wind of war is never still

Through these deadly streets
You walked like me
But words can be alive
The school is gone
And other wars have come
Young men still paying with their lives

Bullets and daffodils
For every young man killed
Blood stain on the yellow hills

Poppies and monuments
For the generation lost
The wind of war is never still
Never still...