In fields and cities an aire is whistled
So sons of daughters, journey to glory
Unfulfilled life, whose only crime was
That their time was of an era, of innocence
Oh they're dreaming dreaming oh while waking
Oh they're dreaming dreaming oh while waking
The reasons for this, are insane
The young are dreaming, while waking
Around the fields of poppies there's smoke
A new generation is waiting for
Oh they're dreaming dreaming oh while waking
Dreaming