Paddy Schmidt lyrics
Paddy Schmidt lyrics
"THE PEAT BOG SOLDIERS Lyrics"
Magic Rhythm Lyrics
We grew into a twosome, lovers touched by Go-o-od We had our chances, blew some, but lovers we are no-ot We took a piece of paper, wrote a lover's vow-ow You see a chick, you chase her baby Where
We grew into a twosome, lovers touched by Go-o-od We had our chances, blew some, but lovers we are no-ot We took a piece of paper, wrote a lover's vow-ow You see a chick, you chase her baby Where
Far and wide as the eye can wander
Heath and bog are everywhere
Not a bird sings out to cheer us
Oaks are standing gaunt and bare
Up and down the guards are pacing
No one, no one can go through
Flight would mean a sure death facing
Guns and barbed-wire greet our view
But for is there is no complaining
Winter will in time be past
One day
Upside Of Being Down Lyrics
I don't have to put on make up, I don't have to do my hair. An'd when I open up that Hagen Dazz, Well, I don't have to share. An' there's no one there to notice, If I gain a couple pou
we shall cry rejoicing I don't have to put on make up, I don't have to do my hair. An'd when I open up that Hagen Dazz, Well, I don't have to share. An' there's no one there to notice, If I gain a couple pou
"Homeland, dear, you?re mine at last"
We are the Peat Bog Soldiers
We?re marching with our spades to the bog
Then will the Peat Bog Soldiers
March no more with the spades to the bog
# The German original lyrics,
# written by Rudi Goguel (Music: Hanns Eisler)
# in the German Conzentration Camp B?rgermoor II
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Soda Lyrics
Like i knew that you would come to me and we'd run away with all our dreams dont you think id take care of it to make it all come clean to run away its not the kind of th
uch das Auge blicket, Moor und Heide nur ringsrum Like i knew that you would come to me and we'd run away with all our dreams dont you think id take care of it to make it all come clean to run away its not the kind of th
Vogelsang uns nicht erquicket, Eichen stehen kahl und krumm
Auf und nieder geh?n die Posten, keiner, keiner kann hindurch
Flucht wird nur das Leben kosten, vielfach ist umz?unt die Burg
Heimw?rts, heimw?rts, jeder sehnet, nach der Mutter, Frau und Kind
Manche Brust ein Seufzer dehnet, weil wir hier gefangen sind
Morgens zieen die Kolonnen, durch das Moor zur Arbeit hin
Graben bei dem Brand der Sonne, doch zur Heimat steht der Sinn
Doch f?r uns gibt es kein Klagen, ewig kann?s nicht Winter sein
Einmal werden froh wir sagen "Heimat, Du bist wieder mein"
Wir sind die Moorsoldaten
und ziehen mit dem Spaten ins Moor
Dann ziehen die Moorsoldaten
NICHT MEHR mit dem Spaten ins Moor