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a child ran through the meadow on a sun drenched summer day
And then he stopped his play
And kneeled in a field of poppies.

A man walked through my ghetto on a humid summer day
And then he stopped to pay and he dealed in a field of poppies.

Oh, flower of forgetfulness, just an hour away to the moon
Take a deep breath if you are reaching for truth
While you're in the stupor
The door knocks and death takes another youth.

Poppies, red poppies..., red poppies...

A boy i used to know, a boy i used to know who's laughter rang to the skies
Was a joy to behold
Then i looked into his eyes, a look so cold, a boy who (rose on (???sorry))
In a field of poppies

Poppies, red poppies, red poppies, red poppies..., red poppies...,
Red poppies...., red poppies..., red poppies..., red poppies...,

Irving berlin

Blue skies smiling at me
Nothing but blue skies do i see

Bluebirds singing the song
Nothing but bluebirds all day long

I never saw the sun shining so bright
Never saw things going so right
Noticing the days hurrying by
When you're in love, my, how they fly

Blue days all of them gone
Nothing but blue skies from now on

Traditional

He's got the whole world in his hands
He's got the whole world in his hands
He's got the whole world in his hands
He's got the whole world in his hands

He's got the fish of the sea in his hands
He's got the birds of the air in his hands
He's got the fish of the sea in his hands
He's got the whole world in his hands

He's got the gamblin' man in his hands
He's got the sinner man in his hands
He's got the gamblin' man in his hands
He's got the whole world in his hands

He's got the little bitsy baby in his hands
He's got the little bitsy baby in his hands
He's got the little bitsy baby in his hands
He's got the whole world in his hands

He's got everybody here in his hands
He's got you and me, brother, in his hands
He's got everybody here in his hands
He's got the whole world...
He's got the whole world in his hands

Kurt weill, bertolt brecht

Show us the way to the next whiskey bar
Don't ask why
For we must find the next whiskey bar
Or if we don't find the next whiskey bar
I tell you we must die
I tell you we must die
I tell you
I tell you
I tell you we must die

Oh moon of alabama
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have whiskey ... you know why

Oh moon of alabama
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have whiskey ... you know why

Show us the way to the next dollar
Don't ask why
For we must find the next little dollar
Or if we don't find the next little dollar
I tell you we must die
I tell you we must die
I tell you
I tell you
I tell you we must die

Oh moon of alabama
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have dollar or you know why

Oh moon of alabama
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have dollar or you know why

Oh show us the way to the next little girl
Oh don't ask why
For we must find the next little girl
Or if we don't find the next little girl
I tell you we must die
I tell you we must die
I tell you
I tell you
I tell you we must die

Oh moon of alabama
It's time to say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
We must have little girl or you know why

Oh moon of alabama
It's time to say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
We must have little girl or you know why