Sunday, 18 October 2015

Reinhard Mey - Über den Wolken (ZDF, live)

Over the clouds 
Freedom is boundless
All fears and sorrows 
Remaining below . . . 

. . . all that we thought
To be so important
Is suddenly small. 


  1. Absolutely lovely. You can see this is several different ways. There is a beautiful poem written by a chap called (I think) Tom Scott. He wrote it when he knew that he was dying. The first line is "In this time I would ask three things as the solitudes round me close" Do look it up when you have a minute.

    1. Hello Pat, I've tried several ways to come to the poem mentioned (google, poem hunter etc.) but unfortunately can't find it.


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