Interpret:

Kinks, The

Album:

Arthur (or the declined fall of the British empire

Some mother's son lies in a field 
Someone has killed some mother's son today 
Head blown up by some soldier's gun 
While all the mothers stand and wait 
Some mother's son ain't coming home today 
Some mothers son ain't got no grave 


Two soldiers fighting in a trench 
One soldier glances up to see the sun 
And dreams of games he played when he was young 
And then his friend calls out his name 
It stops his dream and as he turns his head 
A second later he is dead 


Some mother's son lies in a field 
Back home they put his picture in a frame 
But all dead soldiers look the same 
While all the parents stand and wait 
To meet their children coming home from school 
Some mother's son is lying dead 


Somewhere someone is crying 
Someone is trying to be so brave 
But still the world keeps turning 
Though all the children have gone away 


Some mother's son lies in a field 
But in his mother's eyes he looks the same 
As on the day he went away 


They put his picture on the wall 
They put flowers in the picture frame 
Some mothers memory remains