Through a stained-glass morning They're diggin' in the green grass again Who's that mournin' I have seen her face somewhere, but when?
Well fold up the flag that was covering him Give it to the woman that was lovin' him And whisper that he died Defending her liberty But they'll lay him six feet down In some far-off piece of ground With one stone markin' him Where three should be 'Cause they'll never give her back The song he could sing And they'll never give her back The child he could bring And they'll never give her back The brother they took from me Through a stained-glass morning
A thousand years have greened the grass again In the rain now I hang mournin' The face I couldn't recognize, then
So fold up the flag that was coverin' me Give it to the woman who was lovin' me Then whisper that I died Defending her liberty But they laid me six feet down In some far-off piece of ground With one stone markin' me Where three should be 'Cause they never gave her back The song I could sing And they'll never give her back The child I could bring And they never gave her back The brother they took from me.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
