Song Description

There are approximately 500 million unexploded devices in the the fields of Flanders, and farmers go out every year to plough them.

Lyrics

Iron Harvest

We're going over
Water's to my knees
4th of October, 1917

Shell hole to shell hole
A symbolic victory
Of five miles gained
And then reclaimed
In bloodied mud and misery

Iron harvest
Lying in the midst
Of a past de-railed
Passchendaele's reverberating tale
Iron harvest
Armistice
Lessons missed
From a past revealed
Flander's fields, you're weapon's store
Still left to yield

I need to focus
Smoke disguises hell
Shrapnel hails on us
From where i cannot tell

Three months, one week, three days
Walking on a duckboard trail
And all to sit upon a hill
In a place called Passchendaele

Iron Harvest
Left to carve its
Historic warning signs
Read all about it
In the Wipers Times
Iron Harvest
Left discarded
Awaits detonation
Fearless Flander's farmers
Left to plough on

Sons and fathers
Misled martyrs
Swallowed into an early grave
East of Ypres.

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