La inspiración para esta pieza me llegó durante una visita al Canadian National Vimy Memorial en Francia mientras reflexionaba sobre todos los que habían perecido allí. En esta canción, recuerdo que todas las familias lloran la pérdida de su ser querido, y que la pérdida trasciende las fronteras, las culturas y el tiempo mismo. La familia del soldado llora, la "familia" militar llora, y también lo hace la comunidad de la que vino el soldado.
Breaking Of The Sword
Music and Lyrics Loreena McKennitt
On a sunny April morning
My dear son, you were born
Until one day you were called away
And from my heart was torn
As a boy, you knew the stables
As a lad, you knew the fields
My son, you worked beside me
But to country you must yield
You were called to serve the country
You were called to serve the King
And from our home, you left one day
And of this, today, I sing
When I stood there at the station
And our eyes one last time met
It was that - that moment, my dear son
'Tis that I'll ne'er forget
Useless (?), now, a mother's blessing
But the country's truly free
You gave your life for all of us
And all humanity
As I stand here at your graveside
The spring birds sing their song
My child, I love you more and more
And will, my whole life long
You were called to serve our country
You were called to serve the King
And from our home, you left one day
And of this, today, we sing
