If all the grasses are yellow Then what color are the tears That are shed for all the young fellows In the armies along the frontiers
If all the grasses are purple Then what color is the sky Under which young men are marching For none know the reason why
Once you dressed in the colors of flowers Now you dress in black And look out your window for hours For the men to come marching back
Well what if the poppies are orange? And what if roses are red? What cares a girl for flowers When the one she loves is dead?
If all the rivers are golden Silver, the color of rain When shall a maid and her soldier Feel lovers' warmth again?
For what does it matter If October leaves are brown If your love since last September Has been sleeping 'neath the ground
If all the grasses are yellow Then what color are the tears That are shed for all the young fellows In the armies along the frontiersTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
