Sons Of歌词

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