Syracuse
Niamh Parsons Lyrics


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I wrote me a letter to Syracuse. 'Twas a letter full of lies
I told them that we were doin' fine, very much to their surprise
For how were they to know that year the ground was burning red
And that we could fill the gullies with our dead?

Well I sorted it out and told them, at Christmas we begin to pack our bags
And head out home to bring the new year in
While all around me the boys who'd helped me sow last season's crop
Are charging on the cannon til they drop

Well I told my mother not to write 'cause we were moving on
And I told my brother not to join; he'd only find us gone
For if we keep on much farther, retreating all the way
Why we'll all be going home just every day[?]

The shells sound like a piece of cloth that's torn by a nail on a floor
Which is only if you're a tailor, and that's not my trade at all
We're fighting for a hopeless cause; I know we're about to lose
So God help all the mothers in Syracuse

I wrote me a letter to Syracuse. 'Twas a letter full of lies
And I told them that we were doin' fine, very much to their surprise




For how were they to know that year the ground was burning red
And that we could fill the gullies with our dead?

Overall Meaning

The song "Syracuse" by Niamh Parsons is a poignant and powerful depiction of the devastating effects of war. The lyrics describe a soldier who writes a letter to his hometown of Syracuse, filled with lies about the reality of his situation. He tells them that everything is fine, but in truth, the ground is burning red with the blood of fallen soldiers, and they are filling gullies with the dead. The soldier reflects on how he has told his family not to expect to hear from him, and to not come looking for him. He laments that the war is a hopeless cause, and that they are destined to lose. The sound of the shells is described as being like torn cloth on a floor, which highlights the physical and emotional turmoil of the battlefield. The song ends with a poignant plea for divine intervention to protect the mothers and families of those caught up in the conflict.


This song is a powerful commentary on the devastation and destruction that war brings. The soldier's lies to his hometown reveal the extent to which soldiers are forced to hide the harsh reality of their experiences from their loved ones. The soldier expresses a sense of inevitability about the outcome of the war, as if it is a foregone conclusion that they will lose. The vivid imagery used in the lyrics, such as the description of the ground burning red, reinforces the brutality of war and its impact on individuals and communities. Overall, "Syracuse" is a thought-provoking and emotionally charged song that encourages reflection on the human cost of warfare.


Line by Line Meaning

I wrote me a letter to Syracuse. 'Twas a letter full of lies
The singer wrote a deceitful letter to Syracuse.


I told them that we were doin' fine, very much to their surprise
The singer falsely claimed that everything was well.


For how were they to know that year the ground was burning red
The people in Syracuse were unaware of the violence happening in the singer's area.


And that we could fill the gullies with our dead?
The level of violence in the singer's area was so bad that mass graves were being dug.


Well I sorted it out and told them, at Christmas we begin to pack our bags
The singer came up with a story to explain why they would be leaving soon.


And head out home to bring the new year in
The singer planned to return home for the new year.


While all around me the boys who'd helped me sow last season's crop
The singer's former farmhands were now fighting in the conflict.


Are charging on the cannon til they drop
The soldiers were fighting until they were killed or injured.


Well I told my mother not to write 'cause we were moving on
The singer advised their mother not to send letters as they were constantly on the move.


And I told my brother not to join; he'd only find us gone
The singer warned their brother not to try to join them as they would be gone.


For if we keep on much farther, retreating all the way
If they continue to retreat, they will eventually end up at home.


Why we'll all be going home just every day[?]
The soldiers were steadily losing ground and retreating further every day.


The shells sound like a piece of cloth that's torn by a nail on a floor
The sound of bombs exploding is being likened to a ripped piece of cloth.


Which is only if you're a tailor, and that's not my trade at all
The singer is clarifying that they are not a tailor and therefore the sound of the bombs is foreign to them.


We're fighting for a hopeless cause; I know we're about to lose
The singer believes that they are fighting a losing battle and there is no hope for victory.


So God help all the mothers in Syracuse
The singer is hoping for divine help for the mothers who are suffering in Syracuse.




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