T: Willem Wilmink ET: C. Adler M: trad. Arr: Herman van Veen	Cranes	jaar: 1983
	Sometimes, sometimes I think all those soldiers who battled on hills and plains, aren't buried under rows of white crosses but rather fly the sky as cranes. They beckon us from times now long forgotten, their distant voices echo as they fly, is it these voices that make us stare and ponder as our thoughts wander through the sad, sad sky. There in the fading shimmer of the sunset a weary flock of birds heads out to sea. I see an empty spot in their formation perhaps that spot is destined just for me. And when I cross the sky in that formation soaring through the sunset's distant glow I'll look upon you, those I've left behind me and I will call you softly as I go. Sometimes, sometimes I think all those soldiers who battled on hills and plains, aren't buried under rows of white crosses but rather fly the sky as cranes. They beckon us from times now long forgotten their distant voices echo as they fly, is it these voices that make us stare and ponder as our thoughts wander through the sad, sad sky. verschenen op: On Broadway ( 1983)