By Design (1997)

Originally recorded on a Tascam in the 90's... By Design He lived by the musket and the drum And he flourished by the lash, and navy rum He was her prowd and only son She knelt down by his grave felt the love she couldn't save It was blown away at the Somme Tell me it wasn't all for nothing Tell me it wasn't all in vain Surely a life must count for something wont you justify this pain As moral middens build up like moraines The Ghost of 1918 looms again By happenstance or by design And now the scent of blood Turns the river into floods Like tears in poppy fields And those who lived returned to their homes And the flowers made their homes in the bones And the years passed by and we put it on the silver screen And memories are screaming in the wind