They told all the fine young men
That when this war is over, there will be peace   
And the peace will last forever
In Flanders Fields at Lone Pine and Bersheeba
For king, country, honour and duty
The young men fought and cursed and wept and died
 
They told all the fine young men
Ah, when this war is over in your country's grateful heart
We will cherish you forever
Tobruk and Alamein and Bhuna and Kokoda,
In a world mad with war like their fathers before
The young men fought and cursed and wept and died

For many of those fine young men
All the wars are over
They've found their peace
It's the peace that lasts forever
When the call comes again
They will not answer
They're just forgotten bones
Lying far from their homes
Forgotten as the cause for which they died

When the call comes again
They will not answer
They're just forgotten bones
Lying far from their homes
Ah, young men, can you see now why they lied?