Poppy (BBC In Concert)

Poppy (BBC In Concert) - Edgar Broughton Band E. Broughton / E. Broughton-S. Broughton-Unitt I laid on a poppy It laid on me A lot of thinking And did it all for free I thought of you….. I thought of you I wanted to swim in the river But I saw what they had done All the fish are dying in there And we ain't got no sun I thought of you….. I thought of you I wandered in a meadow All that rubbish there Look at them with the plastic picnic Talking 'bout the length of my hair I laid on a poppy It laid on me A lot of thinking And did it all for free I thought of you….. I thought of you I wanted to swim in the river But I saw what they had done All the fish are dying in there And we ain't got no sun I thought of you….. I thought of you I'm gonna take a walk in the country Take a look at that big blue sky Take a breath of that clean spring air Before they say die I thought of you….. I thought of you I could fall down Would you stand me up It's not enough for you to say you love me Who's the lad who'd kill his dad For the sake of the right to belong To the new confusion I don't believe it Don't even know which day it is Do you trust in a world that turns about While another mother's sons are being borrowed Can you laugh aloud While you're crying inside For the years that you tried to belong To the old confusion I don't believe it Don't even know which day it is I don't want life in the company You are undone by the smell Of next week's savings I don't want God in the three-and-nines You're so fine You'll be ill from your own virtue I don't believe it Don't even know which day it is We're of the same opinion So hard to tell us apart We're at the foot of the future And it's kicking us up the past