french revolution, france 1790

Peasant Wedding

No matter how hard it gets,
I'll rage against the dying of the light
I have no regrets,
When we have burned so very bright.

CHORUS
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Blow, blow, blow them all away
Blow, blow, blow them all away
It's such a shame we never
Got to make it through
It's such a shame we never
Got to make it through
May your God be with you.
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Where do I begin?
A summers day and a peasant wedding
A glass was raised to the King
A blade was raised for a mock beheading.

CHORUS

A beast is running wild,
Feeding on the fears of men
It will protect and provide
Until the time when it turns on them.

Where will it end?
There seems no end to the tides of war
Blow the memories away
And try to live like we did before.

CHORUS

© Severn Dwyer. 2007

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