Auf
Flanderns Feldern
In
Flanders fields the poppies blow / Between the crosses, row on row,
That
mark our place; and in the sky / The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce
heard amid the guns below.
We
are the Dead. Short days ago / We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved
and were loved, and now we lie / In Flanders fields
Take
up our quarrel with the foe: / To you from failing hands we throw
The
torch; be yours to hold it high. / If ye break faith with us who die
We
shall not sleep, though poppies grow / In Flanders fields.
John
McCrae.30.11.1872-28.01.1918
Where
have all the flowers gone? / Long time passing
Where
have all the flowers gone? / Long time ago
Where
have all the flowers gone? / Young girls have picked them everyone
Oh,
when will they ever learn? / Oh, when will they ever learn?
Where
have all the young girls gone? / Long time passing
Where
have all the young girls gone? / Long time ago
Where
have all the young girls gone? / Gone for husbands everyone
Oh,
when will they ever learn? / Oh, when will they ever learn?
Where
have all the husbands gone? / Long time passing
Where
have all the husbands gone? / Long time ago
Where
have all the husbands gone? / Gone for soldiers everyone
Oh,
when will they ever learn? / Oh, when will they ever learn?
Where
have all the soldiers gone? / Long time passing
Where
have all the soldiers gone? / Long time ago
Where
have all the soldiers gone? / Gone to graveyards, everyone
Oh,
when will they ever learn? / Oh, when will they ever learn?
Where
have all the graveyards gone? / Long time passing
Where
have all the graveyards gone? / Long time ago
Where
have all the graveyards gone? / Gone to flowers, everyone
Oh,
when will they ever learn? / Oh, when will they ever learn?
Where
have all the flowers gone? / Long time passing
Where
have all the flowers gone? / Long time ago
Where
have all the flowers gone? / Young girls have picked them everyone
Oh,
when will they ever learn? / Oh, when will they ever learn?
Peter
Seeger.03.05.1919-27.01.2014