I had a dream the other night when all the world was
stillThat I walked out with Abraham below a fortess
on a hillWe looked across the Saint Charles River to
the heights that bear his NameAnd talked of things
that had transpired since the last time that he cameSays
I on these fields grazed your cattle raised on these
your kith and kinAnd on this field was fiery battle
Montcalm to lose and Wolfe to winSays he but they both
died of wounds infliced by the cannonadeThese wounds
it seems were never healed,
they fester to this dayAbrahamWhen will this fighting
endWhen will we learn to recognizeWho is foe and who
is friendAbrahamThis field that bears your nameFor
one a field of victoryFor one a field of shameWhat
of your children Abraham dispersed from this your plainThe
continent they conquered though they did it in another's
nameThe land they won but for their strife the profits
went astrayThe money never crossed their palms or let
them have their sayAbrahamAre we sometimes bound by
prideToo mindful of our hopes and dreams to let the
anger slideAbrahamAbrahamWhen will this fighting endWhen
will we learn to recognizeWho is foe and who is friendAbrahamThis
field that bears your nameFor one a field of victoryFor
one a field of shameWhat of the future Abraham will
we achieve some peaceFrom these solitudes we wander
in will there be a releaseWill my children learn to
find a way to bridge the distance I have notTo learn
the scars of history are sometimes best forgottenAnd
I had a dream the other night when all the world was
stillThat I walked out with Abraham that Abraham was
living stillAnd in the dream we parted,
as families oftimes willOur questions left unanswered
though not through lack of willAbrahamThe questions
linger onThere is no hope in all this strifeThere is
no right or wrongAbrahamThis field that bears your
nameFor one a field of victoryFor one a field of shameAbraham