كلمات 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 and the same sad tears The cries at night, the nightmare fears Sons of the great, sons unknown All were children like yourown So long ago But sons of tycoons or sons of the farm All of their children run from your arms Through fields of gold through fields of ruin All of their chidren vanish too soon In towering waves in walls of flesh Among dying birds trembling with death Sons of tycoons or sons of the farms All of their children run from your arms Sons of your sands or sons passing by Children we lost in a lullaby Sons of true love and sons of regret All of their sons you cannot forget Some build the roads, some wrote the poems Some went to war, some never came home Sons of your sons orsons passing by Children we lost in a lullaby So long ago, long, long ago