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Das Moorsoldatenlied

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Das Moorsoldatenlied The peatbog soldiers anon. (Germany) = 132 Wo hin auch das Au ge blik ket, Moor und Em Em Em Em Am 4 2 Hei de nur rings um. Vo gel sang uns nicht er Em B Em G G D G quik ket, Ei chen ste hen kahl und krumm. Wir G D Em B Em Em D7 sind die Moor sol da ten und zie hen G G D D Em mit dem Spa ten ins Moor. Wir Moor. Em B B Em Em D7 Em Em 1 2 Wohin auch das Auge blikket, Moor und Heide nur rings um. Vogelsang uns nicht erquikket, Eichen stehen kahl und krumm. Wir sind die Moorsoldaten und ziehen mit dem Spaten ins Moor. Hier in diesen öden Heide ist das Lager aufgebaut, wo wir ferne jeder Freude hinter Stacheldracht verstaut. Morgen ziehen die Kolonnen in das Moor zur Arbeit hin, graben bei dem Brand der Sonnen, doch zur Heimat steht der Sinn. Heimwärts, heimwärts jeder sehnet, zu den Eltern, Weib und Kind. Manche Brust ein Seufzer dehnet, weil wir hier gefangen sind. Auf und nieder gehn die Posten, keiner, keiner kann hindurch. Flucht wird nur das Leben kosten, vierfach ist umzäunt die Burg. Doch für uns gibt es kein Klagen, ewig kann's nicht Winter sein, einmal werden froh wir sagen: Heimat, du bist wieder mein! Dann ziehn die Moorsoldaten nicht mehr mit dem Spaten ins Moor! --- 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. We are the peatbog soldiers, marching with our spades to the moor. Up and down the guards are pacingm no one, no one can get through. Flight would mean a sure death facing, guns and barbed wire greet our view We are the peatbog soldiers, marching with our spades to the moor. But for us there is no complaining, winter will in time be past. One day we will cry rejoicing: "Homeland dear, you're mine at last!" Then will the peatbog soldiers march no more with their spades to the moor. From Musica Viva - http://www.musicaviva.com the Internet center for free sheet music downloads. www.abcnotation.com/tunes

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