Week 7 Bonus song - The Hand That Plowed
I was just listening to my husband’s songs on my computer (yes, I really do that) and I came across one that I had forgotten about. It’s called The Hand That Plowed. I’m putting it up on a Tuesday because I want you to have a chance to listen to it and tell your friends about it so they can listen to it in time for Memorial Day. I think it’s a beautiful tribute to all the men and women who have died for our country’s freedom. Regardless of your political beliefs, there are men and women that have always answered the call to stand up and fight when our country has needed it knowing that it may be the last thing they do on this earth. For that I say, thank you.
If you know anyone that you think would be touched by this song, send them over. I’m posting the lyrics only because I don’t want you to miss a single word. You can critique if you want, but this isn’t really about putting a song out there for critique, it’s about giving honor. So enjoy your family this weekend and take a minute to thank God for the freedom we have that someone else gave their life for. I’ll post again on Tuesday.
The Hand That Plowed
For every harvest gathered in there was a hand that plowed
For every laureled champion a wealth of work endowed
For every man in history that walked uncharted lands
There was to urge his infant steps a parent’s open hands
A banner waved a banner burned a soldier ‘neath a cross
And every mighty victory a mother’s painful loss
Since time began until the end the laws of living last
Every good and precious thing owes something to the past
So here’s to you our fearless sons our fallen ones
And those who still remain
Photographs and memories may fade away
But never freedom’s flame
For every dark and dreaded night there is a coming morn
In every time of tragedy a hero’s strength is born
For every soul who shrinks in fear God calls the one who will
And through the raging flames of strife truth comes marching still
So here’s to you our fearless sons our fallen ones
And those who still remain
Photographs and memories may fade away
But never freedom’s flame
So sing the song of spacious skies and mountain’s majesty
Sing about the fruited plains from sea to shining sea
But when you sing these noble words remember with no doubt
For every amber wave of grain there was a hand that plowed
beautiful
absolutely beautiful!!!!!
From the mother of 2 soldiers (Marines) This is a really good song!
Thanks for sharing
Glenda
Really lovely… so poignant. It brought tears to my jaded old eyes. Bravo. I hope he’s able to perform this many times over Memorial Day weekend, because it’s sure to touch deeply everybody who hears it.
One little grape to go with all the jelly: I don’t like the phrasing on the word “flame” in the chorus. It seems strained, and there’s too much E in it: Flaaeeeeeeeeeemmme.
I really like this song.
Your husband does a lovely job of balancing beautiful poetry/lyrics with a wonderful original melody/chord progression. I’ve heard lots of modern songs that weren’t nearly so well-written.
The poetry makes the songs easy to remember. I’ve caught myself singing some of these songs as I hang out my laundry!