Sons of Lyrics

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, in 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 are sons passing by
Children we lost in lullabiies
Sons of true love or sons of regret
All of the sons you cannot forget
Some built the roads, some row the boats
Some went to war, some never came home
Sons of your sons or sons passing by
Children we lost in lullabies

So long ago. Long, long ago

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.

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