Dig down deep don't fold For the faintest wind might blow You’re off your mark, off your game Soil your old man’s good name
Hoist your head, don't weep. For a terrible storm might sweep You’re out to sea, that big, black sea We’ll lay you down to sleep
And the soldiers circle round and round And the trumpeter’s horn blows a deafening sound You plant your feet, you stand your ground While the bricks you lay They come crumbling down
From head to toe Covered up in dust like Jericho When you shed your skin down to your bones You know a house don’t make a home When you build it all alone, no, no That’s just a hollow skeleton of sticks and stones
Left, right, left, we’ll march To the pounding beat of our hearts And the battle will rattle the earth Down to its core Do you forget just what we’re fighting for?
And the sun will rise in the east And the crimson’ll stream at your feet We’ll come and recede We’ll bathe in stain (?) And by the grace of God we can start againTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
