The Last Americans 歌词

There's a woman in a tent half a day's walk from camp All the children have gone and her pillow is damp She whispers to a man lying frail by her side "We're the last Americans We're the last Americans" She writes in her book: We but few are alive I know that you'll do what you must to survive Here, it's me and your father and the devil from camp We're the last Americans We're the last Americans Ever too proud to run, she stayed to the last At watch by her husband until he had passed Remember our promise out there on the trail We're the last Americans We're the last Americans But out in the snow, the Devil does call He whispers: It's time, and breaks through the wall He asks for her hand, she spits out a breath We're the last Americans We're the last Americans They dance in a waltz, but his feet make no sound The knife falls away and she can't touch the ground As they draw face to face, she spits out a breath We're the last Americans We're the last Americans Ah Up on a hill, there's a man and a pot And a diary that reads: Time will not have forgot If it's one hundred years, love, I'll see you again We're the last Americans We're the last Americans