La Reve Passe (The soldier's dream): words by Armand Foucher
Revised English words by Peter Carroll
c. 1918 Georges Krier, Paris
Music by C. Helmer & G Krier


Out on the plains the weary soldiers now are sleeping
After the heat of day the cooling breezes blow
Over fields the scent of new-mown hay is creeping
Only the sentinel is pacing to and fro

Then from afar there comes the distant sound of marching
Rhythmical beat of soldiers' feet upon the ground
And yet nearer they come! To the roll of the drum
Hear the trumpets resound!

See them pass by!
There they go, what a show!
Those Guardsmen!
All hearts beat high
at the sight of this grand array
Cheers fill the air
They are blazing a trail to glory
Heroes are there, who will live in song and story

In the dear country now the corn to gold is turning
and in his mind he sees again the old church tower
Here is the house where she for whom his heart is yearning
patiently hopes for his returning hour by hour
But he must tell her they must wait a little longer
And though he knows the tears will fill her eyes of blue
with his country at war he must leave her once more
'till the fighting is through!

Marching along,
there they go! what a show!
Those guardsmen!
Steady and strong
they must leave all the girls behind!
Give them a cheer
for they write an immortal story.
Never a fear!
As they march to Death or Glory.

But soon the soldier's dream begins to fade away
and now it seems a storm has turned the skies to grey
The enemy he sees from out the shadows creep.
He suddenly awakes, but all around him sleep
and in his heart the vision lingers.

But now at last the dawn is breaking
o'er the hill
The foe-men have withdrawn
and a all the guns are still.
No more the trumpets blare
the sounds of war are past
and laughter fills the air.
the world is free at last!
Sweethearts and wives brush all your tears away.

Don't you hear?
See them near?
Beat the drum, hear they come!
See them pass by!
They are blazing a trail to glory.
They'll never die
they will live in song and story

Can't you hear? Trumpets sound? Coming near!
All a-round! See them pass by!
Hear the beating of their feet enthralling
Ready to die, when they hear their country calling.
CODA
Give a cheer! Cheer again! These are the men who gave us victory!

Here is the song as sung by Josef:
Out on the plain the weary soldiers now are sleeping,
lulled to slumber while the evening breezes blow.
From the field the smell of new mown corn is creeping
and the sentinel is pacing too and fro'
then all at once the sky is filled with shapes of horsemen
lit up by lightning as the dying day goes down
and the famous white horse
is directing the course to renown


See them pass on, those hussars those dragoons and guardsmen
glorious throng, from Austerlitz meet the eagles high
braves from fair bears
from their foe a triumphant story
steel hearts are theirs, see them riding on to glory.
See them pass on (hear the guns), those hussars those dragoons and guardsmen (the trumpets sound)
glorious throng (towards the Hun), from Austerlitz meet the eagles high

See them pass on, our hussars our dragoons our glory
E'en though they die, yet they live in song and story.
See them pass on, our hussars our dragoons our glory
E'en though they die, yet they live in song and story.
Ha ha ha ha haa! Hey!!