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Editors - No sound but the wind (Unexpected Visitors, cover)

We are Unexpected Visitors, a newly formed Belgian duo. This is our first YouTube cover video 'No sound but the wind', by Editors FACEBOOK:   / unexpectedvisitorsduo   SOUNDCLOUD:   / unexpected-visitors   With this song we want to pay tribute to victims of war worldwide. We are wearing poppies to commemorate the fallen soldiers of World War I, (1914-2014) Wij zijn Unexpected Visitors, een nieuw Belgisch muzikaal duo. Dit is onze eerste YouTube cover video 'No sound but the wind', door de groep Editors. Dit nummer willen wij opdragen aan slachtoffers van oorlog wereldwijd. We dragen poppy's als herinnering aan de vele overleden slachtoffers van de Wereldoorlog I, (1914-2014) ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lyrics: We can never go home, son We no longer have one I'll help you carry the load, son I'll carry you in my arms We walk through the ash And the charred remains of our country Keep an eye on my back, son I'll keep an eye on the road Help me to carry the fire We will keep it alight together Help me to carry the fire This road can't go on forever If I say shut your eyes, son If I say look away Bury your face in my shoulder Think of a birthday The things you put in your head They won't stay there forever I'm trying hard to hide your soul, son From things it's not meant to see Help me to carry the fire We will keep it alight together Help me to carry the fire This road can't go on forever Help me to carry the fire We will keep it alight together Now help me to carry the fire This road won't go on forever No sound but the wind No sound but the wind If I say shut your eyes If I say shut your eyes If I say shut your eyes If I say shut your eyes Help me to carry the fire We will keep it alight together Help me carry the fire This road won't go on forever ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Poem/Gedicht IN FLANDERS FIELDS In Flanders Fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved, and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders Fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If you break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders Fields Major John McCrae – 1915