Flowers of Glen Coe

Flowers of Glen Coe (Musik & Text: Hannes Landau)

On a bright summer morning me and my son walked through MacDonalds Glen Coe.
We talked about freedom, friendship and love but something happened here years ago.

The wounds of the past take a long time to heal and their roots are strong and deep.
Summer comes and winter goes here in my lovely Glen Coe.

It’s the ground that you walk and the air that you breathe,
smell the flowers that grow in the sun.
Let the story they tell never let fade away
and remember how it all begun.

We sat down on a stone, kept silence for a while. “For what reason is war?” asked my son.
A tear dropped down and I shook my head. “I don´t know…” was all that I said.

It’s the ground that you walk and the air that you breathe,
smell the flowers that grow in the sun.
Let´s the story they tell keep in mind every day
and remember how it all begun.

It’s the burden of every nation, it’s the question of every child,
the duty of every chieftain, the future of mankind.

It’s the ground that you walk and the air that you breathe,
they tell stories of blood, hate and war.
Let the wounds of the land and men who can´t be friends
heal through the flowers of Glen Coe.