Orphans
Deacon Blue Lyrics


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I now describe my country
As if to strangers
This train is full of songs
Of local winners

And the wind surrounds the towers
And the flags they are blowing
And the bunting and the distance
Stretches over our sound

And when he teases the children
He calls them orphans
And he cries for all the flowers
Of the forest

In his head there is no reason
To be sad about the garden




But his heart bleeds very often
For things forgotten like little orphans

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Deacon Blue's "Orphans" are a reflection of nostalgia and loss, filled with vivid images of the Scottish countryside. The opening line "I now describe my country as if to strangers" suggests a sense of displacement, as if the singer has been away for some time and is trying to reacquaint himself with his homeland. The train he's traveling on is "full of songs of local winners," which could refer to traditional Scottish music or perhaps the voices of everyday people who have made a difference in their community.


The second verse describes the scenery outside the train window, with the wind blowing and flags waving in the breeze. The "distance stretches over our sound" could suggest a feeling of isolation or loneliness, as if the landscape is overwhelming the people within it.


The final verse is the most enigmatic, with the singer describing someone who "teases the children" and "cries for all the flowers of the forest." The word "orphans" takes on a symbolic meaning, representing those who are lost or forgotten. The person's heart "bleeds very often" for these things that are no longer present.


Line by Line Meaning

I now describe my country
I talk about my homeland as if it's a stranger to me.


As if to strangers
I speak about it in a way that suggests I'm not intimately familiar with it.


This train is full of songs
On this journey, I'm surrounded by music.


Of local winners
Songs about people who've made it in their communities.


And the wind surrounds the towers
The breeze circles the tall buildings.


And the flags they are blowing
The flags atop the buildings are fluttering in the wind.


And the bunting and the distance
The flags and the space around them stretch out in the distance.


Stretches over our sound
The sight carries on even as we continue to hear the music on the train.


And when he teases the children
And when he playfully jokes with the kids


He calls them orphans
He uses the term 'orphans' affectionately


And he cries for all the flowers
He weeps for all the beauty


Of the forest
In nature


In his head there is no reason
He doesn't understand why he feels sad.


To be sad about the garden
There's nothing particularly sad about the gardens around us.


But his heart bleeds very often
But his emotions are frequently overwhelming.


For things forgotten like little orphans
He's sad about things he's lost, like the small things which he's left behind or forgotten over time.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: ROSS, VERNAL

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Bernadette Foster

One of the most beautiful songs ever, always pulls at my heartstrings.😢👏 Childhood memories🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 love you DB💙

TheWorldsWorstMan

This song is simply wonderful, all the better than the album version for being that little bit slower. Lorraine's voice in this is simply stunning; haunting and passionate.

Tony T

PEOPLE DONT LISTEN....

Bernadette Foster

Agreed 100%

Wayne Sewell

I've seen DB Live 6 times they are Awesome, best band from Scotland, period,

mick walsh

From London saw them at Wembley the Bollox

Barbara Balaam

Their voices are just stunning! I love these guys! <3

Lambonights

It's 2020 and this song still speaks so much truth.

Siro Carraro

Love you Deacon Blue. Amazing music

Vlaardingen24

One of my favourites since a long time. Moves me every time i hear this...

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