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Sire,Lords and Ladies of the Court, Ladies and Gentleman I present to thee a piece of music and spoken word in thoughtfulness for those in Foreign lands who serve our countries well, in peace and in battle for the protection of others as well as ourselves. I penned these words in order that these valiant men should be remembered, as we enjoy our festivities in these halls. Hence I beg thee listen and give a thought to absent friends.
This music was composed and played entirely by my good self, apart from Drums and opening and closing Harp loops.
This music was composed and played entirely by my good self, apart from Drums and opening and closing Harp loops.
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Lyrics
Soldiers Dream of Home
Far away in foreign lands, a soldier boy is sleeping,
Though around him are the sounds of mayhem, love is always in his keeping
For the ones he left behind in the homeland that he knew,
They’re still there within his heart, his regrets are very few.
As he sleeps, he is escaping, all the noise and strife abounding,
In his dreams he is recalling, hills and valleys all surrounding,
Where the safety of his childhood made him loved and keeps him loving,
All he knows within his heart, who will be there at his homecoming.
Though the ravages of war have left him tired, his dreams are yearning
For the green hills of his homeland, where the love just keeps on burning.
Tinkling rivers on whose banks he’d played with friends, their laughter sounding,
In his dreams, all this floods back and while he sleeps, the guns keeps pounding.
For a while he snatches rest and through those dreams the miles are closing;
Reaching out to meet halfway, the love that’s sent as he’s reposing.
And in that moments reverie, a window in his mind’s revealing
Treasured memories, lit like jewels, bringing strength from love he’s feeling.
Maurice Vizard 7/7/2008
Far away in foreign lands, a soldier boy is sleeping,
Though around him are the sounds of mayhem, love is always in his keeping
For the ones he left behind in the homeland that he knew,
They’re still there within his heart, his regrets are very few.
As he sleeps, he is escaping, all the noise and strife abounding,
In his dreams he is recalling, hills and valleys all surrounding,
Where the safety of his childhood made him loved and keeps him loving,
All he knows within his heart, who will be there at his homecoming.
Though the ravages of war have left him tired, his dreams are yearning
For the green hills of his homeland, where the love just keeps on burning.
Tinkling rivers on whose banks he’d played with friends, their laughter sounding,
In his dreams, all this floods back and while he sleeps, the guns keeps pounding.
For a while he snatches rest and through those dreams the miles are closing;
Reaching out to meet halfway, the love that’s sent as he’s reposing.
And in that moments reverie, a window in his mind’s revealing
Treasured memories, lit like jewels, bringing strength from love he’s feeling.
Maurice Vizard 7/7/2008
dajama
This is an epic piece, Maurice. The orchestration and arrangement is excellent, and the sounds are terrific. The poem is touching and very well-written, filled with very evocative images, and moving sentiments. I think the music and the words are a perfect match, and your recitation of the poem is spot on. A small recording nit - there seemed to be a hint of hiss on the vocal, not sure if that's my 'phones (or maybe my ears!). Nicely done, my friend. Peace.