Son, now it's done, once more the shining field
Has gone to feed the reaper's blade
All silent now, the stubble it lies still
With blood red poppies overlaid
"Where are my sons?", the mother cries
"Just barely grown, yet gone away"
"Away away" the reaper sighs
"Got down like corn on an autumn day"
And so once more the seed of life is sown
And in loving earth it's laid but it's never done
Once more the young men all
Must go to feed the reaper's blade
Has gone to feed the reaper's blade
All silent now, the stubble it lies still
With blood red poppies overlaid
"Where are my sons?", the mother cries
"Just barely grown, yet gone away"
"Away away" the reaper sighs
"Got down like corn on an autumn day"
And so once more the seed of life is sown
And in loving earth it's laid but it's never done
Once more the young men all
Must go to feed the reaper's blade
inviata da Dead End - 20/12/2012 - 11:06
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A seconda delle fonti viene indicato come un brano tradizionale oppure attribuito a Bill Caddick (1944-), cantautore e chitarrista folk inglese.
La musica potrebbe essere dello stesso Caddick, ma l’arrangiamento originale è di June Tabor.
Il brano si trova anche nel disco collettivo intitolato “We Died in Hell - They Called it Passchendaele” (1993) con June Tabor, Shoshana Kalisch, Kristien Dehollander, Marwan Zoueni e The Lone Tree Orchestra.