Paddy Schmidt lyrics
Paddy Schmidt lyrics
"THE PEAT BOG SOLDIERS Lyrics"
Far and wide as the eye can wander
Heath and bog are everywhere
Not a bird sings out to cheer us
Oaks are standing gaunt and bare
Up and down the guards are pacing
No one, no one can go through
Flight would mean a sure death facing
Guns and barbed-wire greet our view
But for is there is no complaining
Winter will in time be past
One day
Vision of You Lyrics
Time moves a summer wind I can see your face again Was it such a tragedy Being you ... Being me ? Smoke clears,the pictures fades but I stay back in yesterday All the st
we shall cry rejoicing Time moves a summer wind I can see your face again Was it such a tragedy Being you ... Being me ? Smoke clears,the pictures fades but I stay back in yesterday All the st
"Homeland, dear, you?re mine at last"
We are the Peat Bog Soldiers
We?re marching with our spades to the bog
Then will the Peat Bog Soldiers
March no more with the spades to the bog
# The German original lyrics,
# written by Rudi Goguel (Music: Hanns Eisler)
# in the German Conzentration Camp B?rgermoor II
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Who Am I ? Lyrics
Who am I To stand and wonder, to wait While the wheels of fate Slowly grind my life away. Who am I ? There were some things that I loved one time, But the dreams are gone I thought w
uch das Auge blicket, Moor und Heide nur ringsrum Who am I To stand and wonder, to wait While the wheels of fate Slowly grind my life away. Who am I ? There were some things that I loved one time, But the dreams are gone I thought w
Vogelsang uns nicht erquicket, Eichen stehen kahl und krumm
Auf und nieder geh?n die Posten, keiner, keiner kann hindurch
Flucht wird nur das Leben kosten, vielfach ist umz?unt die Burg
Heimw?rts, heimw?rts, jeder sehnet, nach der Mutter, Frau und Kind
Manche Brust ein Seufzer dehnet, weil wir hier gefangen sind
Morgens zie
Four Graves Lyrics
I answered to all their stupid questions i wish that i could turn to dust you know that i'm just the kind that never ever calls back i'm the one that'l stay forever. Sorry , I
en die Kolonnen, durch das Moor zur Arbeit hin I answered to all their stupid questions i wish that i could turn to dust you know that i'm just the kind that never ever calls back i'm the one that'l stay forever. Sorry , I
Graben bei dem Brand der Sonne, doch zur Heimat steht der Sinn
Doch f?r uns gibt es kein Klagen, ewig kann?s nicht Winter sein
Einmal werden froh wir sagen "Heimat, Du bist wieder mein"
Wir sind die Moorsoldaten
und ziehen mit dem Spaten ins Moor
Dann ziehen die Moorsoldaten
NICHT MEHR mit dem Spaten ins Moor