This is the field   Where hundreds of people   Like poppies are bursting   And marching with pride   Free to stay   Free to fight, to shoot, to kill   This is the field   Where hundreds of people   Are burning like crosses   And turning to ash   Free to go   Free, the hurt, the pain, the blame     Then you saved me from the water   Then you changed me into fire   Leaving tuppence on the plate   You hurry home now don't be late   Ahead you see the daylight fail   Wonder where the time has gone     This place is holy   And this place is empty   No one is praying to Jesus today   Free to choose   Free to win, to draw, to lose     Then you saved me from the water   Then you changed me into fire   Leaving tuppence on the plate   You hurry home now don't be late   Ahead you see the daylight fail   Wonder where the time has gone