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Uploaded from the 1976 reissue LP of her 1966 album IN MY LIFE. Photos are from the front and back covers, except for the beautiful close-ups which are from the front cover of her 1979 album HARD TIMES FOR LOVERS. I wanted to compare this 1966 English language version of Jacques Brel's song (which he recorded in 1959), to the version by Joan Baez which appeared a year later in 1967. At first I thought there is no comparison. The Baez version, with her inimitable voice and dramatic musical arrangement, is unforgettable. But the more I play and hear Collins' voice on this recording the more I appreciate how sensitive and impassioned she sounds. The relatively simple guitar accompaniment works fine as well. Why all these bugles cry These squads of young men drill To kill and to be killed Stood waiting by the train Why the orders loud and hoarse Why the engine's groaning cough As it strains to drag us all Into the holocaust Why crowds who sing and cry And shout and fling us flowers And trade their rights for ours To murder and to die [Chorus:] The dove has torn her wing So no more songs of love We are not here to sing We're here to kill the dove Why must this moment come When childhood has to die When hope shrinks to a sigh And speech into a drum Why are they pale and still Young boys trained over night Conscripts payed to kill And dressed in gray to fight These rainclouds massing tight This train load battle bound This moving burial ground Goes thundering to the night The dove has torn her wing So no more songs of love We are not here to sing We're here to kill the dove Why statues towering grave Above the last defeat Old words and lies repeat Across a new made grave And why the same still birds That victory always brought These hours of glory bought By men with mounds of earth Dead ash without a spark Where cities used to be Where guns probe every spark And crush it into dust [Chorus] The dove has torn her wing So no more songs of love We are not here to sing We're here to kill the dove And while your face undone With jagged lines of tears That gave in those first years All the peace I'd ever want Your body in the gloom The platform fading back Your shadow on the track A flower upon a tomb And why these days ahead When I must let you cry And live prepared to die As if our love were dead [Chorus] The dove has torn her wing So no more songs of love We are not here to sing We're here to kill the dove

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