If you wish to walk beside a boy
Who kicks his ball down cobbled lanes
And Mother's worried sick
To why he's out this late again
Sister Knits a woolly hat
For footprints in the sand
So careful where he sleeps
A soul of Chapel Street
And if you wish to dance beside
A girl with playful pigtails in her hair
She writes a dozen letters
Dreams of when her love returns
And as she whispers softly
For a boy who's hit the ground
Well darling now he sleeps
A soul of Chapel Street
161 poppies
Race around my head
I'm running through the rows of red
And, oh, 0161
For the souls of Chapel Street
And if you wish to stand beside
A father dressed in black from head to toe
He whistles lullabies and tells her he must go
He says that he'll be back
To make the angels in the snow
But honey now he sleeps
A soul of Chapel Street
And if you wish to stand beside
A boy who works with hands of soot and coal
He steal the master's muffins
Bloody Knuckles tell the tale
He say that he'll be bringing back
The riches from the war
But sweetie now he sleeps
A soul of Chapel Street
161 poppies
Race around my head
I'm running through the rows of red
And, oh, 0161
For the souls of Chapel Street
And, oh, 161 poppies
Race around my head, oh no
I'm running through the fields of green
And, oh, 0161
For the souls of Chapel Street
And if you wish to walk behind the boys
Who kick their ball down pebbled avenues
And honest smiles defy the Monday Blues
But still I hear the sound
Of cobbles to clogs and combat boots
So careful where they sleep
The souls of Chapel Street