At Belloy-en-Santerre (Ode to Alan Seeger)

At dusk, when lowlands getting dark
The hoot owl calls his name
When spring comes back with rustling shade
You hear the, whippoorwills

At midnight in some flaming town
When Spring trips north again
When hushed awakenings are dear
It was the fourth of July

Like the moon, sanguine in the orient night
Shines the red flower free in hair

He had a rendezvous with Death
And death would, take his hand
He closed his eyes and quenched his breath
At Belloy-en-Santere

Where love throbs out in blissful sleep
It was the battle of the Somme
Apple blossoms filled the air
At Belloy-en-Santere

Like the moon, sanguine in the orient night
Shines the red flower free in hair
Wont you be thou my star, for I have made my aim
To follow loveliness till autumn-strown



Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Wallsten, Johan Nordin, Viktor Olsson
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