Sons Of

Sons of the thief, sons of the saint

Who is the child with no complaint

Sons of the great or sons unknown

All were children like your own

The same sweet smiles, the same sad tears

The cries at night, the nightmare fears

Sons of the great or sons unknown

All were children like your own

So long ago

Long, long ago

But sons of tycoons or sons of the farms

All of the children ran from your arms

Through fields of gold, through fields of ruin

All of the children vanished too soon

In towering waves and walls of flesh

Among dying birds trembling with death

Sons of tycoons or sons of the farms

All of the children ran from your arms

So long ago

Long, long ago

And sons of your sons or sons passing by

Children we lost in lullabies

Sons of true love or sons of regret

All of the sons you cannot forget

Some built the roads, some row the boats

Some go to war, some never come home

Sons of your sons or sons passing by

Children we lost in lullabies

So long ago

Long, long ago

Sons of the theif, sons of the saint

Who is the child with no complaint

Sons of the great or sons unknown

All were children like your own

The same sweet smiles, the same sad tears

The cries at night, the nightmare fears

Sons of the great or sons unknown

All were children like your own