I wandered 'cross a mountainside high above Kabul br Five thousand million poppies there - and each one beautiful br Each poppy was perfection, each poppy flamed blood red br Those poppies fast seduced me and marked out my way ahead. br br I sat upon that mountainside high above Kabul br A cool wind soft blew over me and stirred the air with fragrance full br The poppies they swayed side to side in a mesmerising way br For there was beauty to behold on that dreamlike summer day. br br I wandered 'cross that mountainside high above Kabul br The poppies had enraptured me in a way most magical br The poppies seemed to breathe forth life and form a tapestry so bright br Their vivid beauty pulled me on and their allure I could not fight. br br I wandered further from Kabul upon that mountainside br The poppies were now part of me and had taken me inside br A world of pure perfection yet a world of hollowed will br Those poppies were my innocence and this dream lives with me still.