Won’t you wait for me, when the skies grow dark

Won’t you tarry, for me in the dawn

Won’t you wait for me, when the Lark doth rise

Above the golden corn

Won’t you wait for me, when the first snow falls

Won’t you dally, for me in the spring

Won’t you wait for me, when the guns do fire

And all the birds take wing

Won’t you wait for me

Won’t you wait for me

Won’t you wait for me

Won’t you wait for me, when the list is read

Won’t you linger, as they speak their names

Won’t you wait for me, the glorious dead

And I will do the same

Won’t you wait for me, in a Flander’s field

Won’t you loiter, where the poppies grow

Won’t you wait for me, every year my dear

You will, I’m sure I know

Won’t you wait for me

Won’t you wait for me

Won’t you wait for me

by Paul Pickersgill

 

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