Flanders Fields

"Als wir im Jahr 2004 auf einer Schottlandreise Eilean Donan Castle am Loch Duich besuchten, fiel uns ein Denkmal für die Gefallenen des Clans MacRae im ersten Weltkrieg auf. Die Inschrift "we are the dead..."(siehe Songtext) hat uns sehr bewegt, da sie schmerzhaft klar macht, dass es nicht nur austauschbare, anonyme Soldatenkontingente waren, die in Flandern fielen, sondern dass damals hunderte von Männern in den Highlands aus dem Leben ihrer Familien gerissen wurden."

The broken garden gate is dangling in the wind at night, Since he`s been gone, it's dark around even in the brightest daylight.

There's nobody there to talk to, she even doesn't really remember his voice. A silent shroud has covered the land, the war has taken all the boys.


From all directions trains arrive in nameless Belgian stations. Platforms fill up with soldiers from all across the nations.

In between he shivers in a cold and crowded wagon, He holds her picture and guards it like a treasure watched by a starving dragon.


I send a wish to heaven above, let me once see again the one I love. Put down the weapons, put down the shields and let me get away from here from Flanders Fields.


Hiding in a mudhole he hears rain and bombs are falling down, As the battle begins, he feels like a child fallen in awell in the fear to drown.

When their vows were cleared, he could see the sunlight shining through her hair, The only thought when he fell was how to get their broken garden gate repaired.


Fifty years have passed since he came back one night, Another war came up, but a broken man wasn`t sent to fight.

On Loch Duich shores many garden gates fell to the ground, On the castle`s memorial letters show how Flanders voices sound:


"We are the dead, short days ago we lived, felt dawn, saw sunsets glow, loved and were loved, and now we lie in Flanders Fields."


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