Tim Baker song to commemorate July 1st, 1916

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  • @judycantwell8224
    @judycantwell8224 8 років тому +7

    beautiful, I would like to see the lyrics posted as well. love that CBC NL has this channel.

  • @wilmanorman330
    @wilmanorman330 5 років тому

    Sublime

  • @sundaynightfirefight
    @sundaynightfirefight 7 років тому +3

    lyrics:
    white cross
    word came down
    from the holy gods on high, to the holes in the ground
    lazarus get up, isaac kneel down,
    and wait for the whistle
    and you thank god that you are not the first
    lay your back against the blackened bloody wall of earth
    check your kit and sorta sing some automatic words
    then you watch them dying
    and you can see their blue puttees
    like they’re back home in the waters of the bay, knee deep
    and when their legs all go to hell and haul em underneath
    you see the bays fallin with them
    back home
    and in the din and deafenin roar
    you can hear the strains of father hayes from that faraway shore
    saying “fear not those that kill the flesh, they cannot kill the soul”
    oh, but still you fear them
    before you think you’re o’er the brink as well
    tuckin in your chin as in some winter gale
    you run, you rail against the hot winds of hell
    then in slides the steel
    with a pain you’ve never known
    and then a strange and radiant familiar glow
    and cold calm water, up your shins it crawls
    and off you’re going…
    going home
    going home
    home

    • @janiceudell2142
      @janiceudell2142 5 років тому +1

      Beautiful, beautiful heart wrenching words. Well done Tim Baker. You are a hero for writing this.

  • @sundaynightfirefight
    @sundaynightfirefight 6 років тому +3

    mk yes knows i dont mumble - here are the words then :)
    white cross
    word came down
    from the holy gods on high to the holes in the ground
    lazarus get up, isaac kneel down
    and wait for the whistle
    you thank god that you are not the first
    lay your back against the blackened bloody wall of earth
    check your kit and sorta sing some automatic words
    and you watch them dying
    you can see their blue puttees
    like they’re back home in the waters of the bay, knee deep
    and when their legs all go to hell and haul them underneath
    you see the bays falling with them
    back home
    and in the din and deafening roar
    you can hear the strains of father hayes from that faraway shore
    saying “fear not those that kill the flesh, they cannot kill the soul”
    oh but still you fear them
    and before you think you’re o’er the brink as well
    tucking in your chin as in some winter gale
    you run, you rail against the hot winds of hell
    but in slides the steel
    with a pain you’ve never known
    and a strange and radiant familiar glow
    cold calm water, up yer shins it crawls
    and off you’re going…
    going home

    • @bagelmanb
      @bagelmanb 4 роки тому

      you can see their blue *fatigues*, not puttees