Children's Crusade Lyrics - Bring On The Night - Sting

Young men, soldiers, Nineteen Fourteen 

Marching through countries they'd never seen 

Virgins with rifles, a game of charades 

All for a Children's Crusade 

Pawns in the game are not victims of chance 

Strewn on the fields of Belgium and France 

Poppies for young men, death's bitter trade 

All of those young lives betrayed 

The children of England would never be slaves 

They're trapped on the wire and dying in waves 

The flower of England face down in the mud 

And stained in the blood of a whole generation 

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Corpulent generals safe behind lines 

History's lessons drowned in red wine 

Poppies for young men, death's bitter trade 

All of those young lives betrayed 

All for a Children's Crusade 

The children of England would never be slaves 

They're trapped on the wire and dying in waves 

The flower of England face down in the mud 

And stained in the blood of a whole generation 

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Midnight in Soho, Nineteen Eighty-four 

Fixing in doorways, opium slaves 

Poppies for young men, such bitter trade 

All of those young lives betrayed 

All for a Children's Crusade