The Peat-Bog Soldiers (Moorsoldaten - song from a German concentration camp)

The Peat-Bog Soldiers (Moorsoldaten - song from a German concentration camp) - Paul Robeson Jr./Lawrence Brown/Rudi Goguel

Far and wide as the eye can wander

Heath and bog are everywhere

Not a bird sings out to cheer us

Oaks are standing gaunt and bare

We are the peat bog soldiers

We are marching with our spades to the moor

Up and down the guards are marching

No one no one can get through

Flight would mean a sure death facing

Guns and barbed wire block our view

We are the peat bog soldiers

We are marching with our spades to the moor

But for us there is no complaining

Winter will in time be past

One day we shall rise rejoicing

Homeland dear you're mine at last

Then will the petpoot solder

Ask no more will the sapade

To the morgen

Doch für uns gibt es kein klagen

Ewig kann's nicht winter sein

Einmal werden froh wir sagen

Heimat du bist wieder mein

Dann zieh'n die moorsoldaten

Nicht mehr mit dem spaten

Ins moor

Dann zieh'n die moorsoldaten

Nicht mehr mit dem spaten

Ins moor