paroles de chanson Wars of Germany - Judy Collins

Oh, woe be to the orders that marched my love away
And woe be to the bitter tears I shed upon this day
And woe be to the bloody wars of high Germany
For they've carried off my own true love
Left a broken heart to bleed

The drums beat in the mornin'
Afore the break of day
And the wee, wee pipes played loud and shrill
While yet the morn' was gray
And the bonny flags were all unfurled
'Twas a gallant sight to see
But sorrow for my soldier lad, who marched to Germany

Oh, woe be to the orders that marched my love away
And woe be to the bitter tears I shed upon this day
And woe be to the country where our men are forced to be
And woe be to the foreign wars that stole my love from me