Passchendaele Lyrics

Another night in Passchendaele

The colored streamers fall

A young man weeps and warm mud shines

As frogs and toads call

A flash of light, am I crazy

A flash of gray o'er the horizon

A midnight crack, am I crazy

Snap of a branch or scythe of the reaper

Am I a sleeper

Another day in Passchendaele

The ceaseless mist this brow has kissed

My mind rewinds the vanished words

In writing which my mother wished

Wistful, I peek, and eye a flare

And my tired heart sinks in despair

Then I laugh, for it's the sun

Which shouts my timely 6th day has come

And soon my frontline clash is done

Forget the youth and growing old

Is this fate, at last, or tales foretold

By gods who predetermined

But they don't trudge this bloody mud

A camera's flash, am I'm crazy

Bomb-thrown dust or a ticker-tape parade

The battle's won, am I crazy

My mother wails the answer at my fresh-dug grave

At my fresh-dug grave