Woke up this morning thinking about my dad. Then this song popped in my head. It was one of his very favourite songs. I wanna share it with you:-) The call up Its up to you not to heed the call-up N you must not act the way you were brought up Who knows the reasons why you have grown up? Who knows the plans or why they were drawn up? Its up to you not to heed the call-up I dont wanna die! Its up to you not to hear the call-up I dont wanna kill! For he who will die Is he who will kill Maybe I wanna see the wheatfields Over Kiev and down to the sea All the young people down the ages They gladly marched off to die Proud city fathers used to watch them Tears in their eyes There is a rose that I want to live for Although, God knows, I may not have met her There is a dance an I should be with her There is a town - unlike any other Its up to you not to hear the call-up N you must not act the way you were brought up Who give you work an why should you do it? At fifty five minutes past eleven There is a rose... https://m.youtube/watch?v=-ScaGjwkg2Y
Posted on: Mon, 24 Nov 2014 11:44:03 +0000
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