The Wall

Some will come to stand and stare
Some pass without a thought
Some clench their fists in anger
And raise their voice to shout
Some will look with fond regret
And stretch their bodies higher
To see the streets they can't forget
Some way across the wire

And children play as children do
They run and bounce their ball
And make chalk marks for the goal posts
Amongst the crosses on the wall
For them it happened long ago
Too far away to care
They do not know how many died
Or why or how or where

And the silver band plays oompahpah
And the Bratwurst sellers call
Life goes on so much the same
The street cafes are full
The street cafes are full, mein Herr
The street cafes are full
Life goes on so much the same
The street cafes are full

A new name hits the headlines
Another star to fall
And mourners come with summer flowers
And place them on the wall
One for Klaus and Hanni
For Peter Fechter and for Paul
And the crippled land of Germany
A flower for you all

And the silver band plays oompahpah
And the Bratwurst sellers call
And life goes on so much the same
The street cafes are full
The street cafes are full, mein Herr
The street cafes are full
Life goes on so much the same
The street cafes are full