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Unknown Miscellaneous La Colombe LA COLOMBE Why all these bugles crying for squads of young men drilled To kill and to be killed and waiting by this train Why the orders loud and hoarse, why the engine's groaning cough As it strains to drag us off into the holocaust Why crowds who sing and cry and shout and fling us flowers And trade their right for ours to murder and to die The dove has torn her wings so no more songs of love We are not here to sing, we're here to kill the dove Why has this moment come when childhood has to die When hope shrinks to a sigh and speech into a drum Why are they pale and still, young boys trained overnight Conscripts forced to fight and dressed in grey to kill These rain clouds massing tight, this trainload battle bound This moving burial ground sent thundering toward the night Why statues towering brave above the last defeat Old word and lies repeat across the new made grave Why the same still birth that victory always brought These hoards of glory bought by men with mouths of earth Dead ash without a spark where cities glittered bright For guns probe every light and crush it in the dark And why your face undone with jagged lines of tears That gave in those first years all peace I ever won Your body in the gloom, the platform fading back Your shadow on the track, a flower on a tomb And why these days ahead when I must let you cry And live prepared to die as if our love were dead @war @soldier @love by Alasdair Clayre recorded by Judy Collins filename[ LACOLOMB SF ===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY=== |
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