another song in my series of songs
about World War I
.
REVERIE by Claude Debussy,
song lyrics by Joel Sattler:
WINTER 1914
winter
all the fields are now covered with snow
snow that hides the scars
below
winter
such a cold brutal
winter
from the old futile
autumn
when the battles were lost
or won
or come
undone
summer
we were ready and eager to go
to go save the world
rescue God from man
rescue heaven
from the lost fallen angels
but the war was illusion
just a mass of confusion
and fear
someday will spring
come again and the wildflowers will bring them
some kind of peace
over ground soaked in blood
where the mud and the pain
came down fire and rain
I can't bear it again
three more years
but I recall a golden time
when this girl told me that she was mine
promised she would always be waiting there for me
with the kiss she gave to me
hand in hand we walked into the garden
every day was magic
all we knew our love was never-ending
future beyond comprehending
all the while the world pretending
peace forever
war never come ever
happiness was
ours just for a time
just for a short time
winter
I know I'll never see her again
that was just a dream
I dreamt
winter
I'm condemned to the
winter
there's no end to the
winter
one more death in the
winter
one last breath and -
underneath this sheet of white
take me up into eternal night oh
Lord who lights the sky above
cover me with your undying
love....
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Reviews of "REVERIE by Claude Debussy, song lyrics by Joel Sattler: WINTER 1914"
Utterly gorgeous, Joel!! Claude Debussy - Reverie (Original) is fantastic, the images, past-memory-soothing, your lyrics, reread with the musical piece, absolutely captivating! You excel at interpretation, rhythm, perception and beauty! Enjoyed very much!
A winter of great discontent, stuck in the trenches of death. You write well of their fear, their longing, at a time it seemed that the war to end all wars would never end.
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
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