Previously unreleased

Words & Music
by B. Blanke
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


Walt

He’s sitting in the kitchen
Waiting by the phone
Absorbed in thought
Walt is worrying about his son
   No news, no phone call
   For so many days
   He’s praying for his son
   Who’s so far away
      Staring at the TV
      Waiting for the news
      Paralyzed by these fears,
      By this uncertainty
         There are these pictures
         Of exploding mines
         He’s praying for his son,
         Praying that he’s alive
            His wife Ann
            Is staring at her hands
            Her eyes are filled with tears
            They don’t talk about their fears

He was a soldier himself
Had served in Vietnam
Maybe he set a bad example
For his three sons
   His eldest son
   Was killed in action in Iraq
   His second son
   Is lost in Syria
      Now his youngest son
      Is fighting in Afghanistan
      Is servicing to his country
      In this bloody war

He’s sitting in the kitchen
Waiting by the phone
Absorbed in thought
Walt is worrying about his son
   His wife Ann
   Is staring at her hands
   Her eyes are filled with tears 
   They don’t talk about their fears


Translation: german flag