Near the Town of Dachau

Somewhere beneath the frozen fields are Roman vases
so sing the locals at the inn
lifting steins for snow
lifting steins
to dusk
and
me

Somewhere beneath the frozen fields are Austrian swords
so sing the locals at the inn
lifting steins to Church
lifting steins
to God
and
me

Somewhere beneath the frozen fields are French umbrellas
so sing the locals at the inn
lifting steins for wine
lifting steins
for love
and
me

Somewhere beneath the frozen fields are U.S. soldiers
so sing the locals at the inn
lifting steins for peace
lifting steins
to wealth
and
me

Somewhere beneath the frozen fields are children of war
so sing the locals at the inn
lifting steins for stars
lifting steins
to night
and
me