Scott Walker
Sons of
Sons of the thief, sons of the saintWho is the child with no complaintSons of the great or sons unknownAll were children like your ownThe same sweet smiles, the same sad tearsThe cries at night, the nightmare fearsSons of the great or sons unknownAll were children like your ownSo long ago. Long, long agoBut sons of tycoons or sons of the farmsAll of the children ran from your armsThrough fields of gold, through fields of ruinAll of the children vanished too soonIn towering waves, in walls of fleshAmong dying birds trembling with deathSons of tycoons or sons of the farmsAll of the children ran from your armsSo long ago. Long, long agoAnd sons of your sons are sons passing byChildren we lost in lullabiiesSons of true love or sons of regretAll of the sons you cannot forgetLetras de cancionesSome built the roads, some row the boatsSome went to war, some never came homeSons of your sons or sons passing byChildren we lost in lullabiesSo long ago. Long, long agoSons of the thief, sons of the saintWho is the child with no complaintSons of the great or sons unknownAll were children like your ownThe same sweet smiles, the same sad tearsThe cries at night, the nightmare fearsSons of the great or sons unknownAll were children like your own.
From Letras Mania