Look at those flowers
Remind me of a story--
One young man was accepted
Kissing with his lovely girl flushed
With those flowers swaying
One young man was drafted
Hugging with his sweet lover worried
With those flowers bursting in red
One young man was gone
Missing with his familiar lady depressed
With those flowers sitting between them
Where have all those flowers gone?
Where have that young girl gone?
Where have the young man gone?
Only those flowers in graveyard know.