BROTHERS IN ARMS......

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These mist covered mountains
Are a home now for me
But my home is the lowlands
And always will be
Some day you'll return to
Your valleys and your farms
And you'll no longer burn
To be brothers in arms

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

 

 

 


Through these fields of destruction
Baptisms of fire
I've watched all your suffering
As the battles raged higher

 

 

 

 

 


And though they did hurt me so bad
In the fear and alarm
You did not desert me
My brothers in arms

 

 

 

 

 

 

There's so many different worlds
So many different suns
And we have just one world
But we live in different ones

 

 

 

 

 

 

Now the sun's gone to hell
And the moons riding high
Let me bid you farewell
Every man has to die


 

 

 

 



 

But its written in the starlight
And every line on your palm
We're fools to make war
On our brothers in arms

 

 

Performed by Dire Straits. 

Words and Music by Mark Knopfler.

 

 
 

From "Dona Nobis Pacem" - Vaughn Williams

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Dirge for Two Veterans

THE last sunbeam
Lightly falls from the finish'd Sabbath,
On the pavement here, and there beyond it is looking,
Down a new-made double grave.

Lo, the moon ascending,
Up from the east the silvery round moon,
Beautiful over the house-tops, ghastly, phantom moon,
Immense and silent moon.

I see a sad procession,
And I hear the sound of coming full-key'd bugles,
All the channels of the city streets they're flooding,
As with voices and with tears.

I hear the great drums pounding,
And the small drums steady whirring,
And every blow of the great convulsive drums,
Strikes me through and through.

For the son is brought with the father,
(In the foremost ranks of the fierce assault they fell,
Two veterans son and father dropt together,
And the double grave awaits them.)

Now nearer blow the bugles,
And the drums strike more convulsive,
And the daylight o'er the pavement quite has faded,
And the strong dead-march enwraps me.

In the eastern sky up-buoying,
The sorrowful vast phantom moves illumin'd,
('Tis some mother's large transparent face,
In heaven brighter growing.)

O strong dead-march you please me!
O moon immense with your silvery face you soothe me!
O my soldiers twain! O my veterans passing to burial!
What I have I also give you.

The moon gives you light,
And the bugles and the drums give you music,
And my heart, O my soldiers, my veterans,
My heart gives you love.

Walt Whitman (18191892).  Leaves of Grass.  1900.

 

With Love, from Daniel.  Come HOME Soon!

 

 



 

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