Whaur dae ye lie, my faither?
Whaur dae ye lie, my son?
Whaur dae ye lie, my ain true love
When the truth be won
Oor friends, they came tae protect us
Oor friends they bad us bide
Oor friends left us standing there naked
Wi nae place left tae hide
Whaur dae ye lie, my faither?
Whaur dae ye lie, my son?
Whaur dae ye lie, my ain true love
When the truth be won
Oor neighbours, they came wi a hundred year hate
Oor neighbours, they came wi guns
Oor neighbours, they came for oor menfolk
An they slew them, everyone
Whaur dae ye lie, my faither?
Whaur dae ye lie, my son?
Whaur dae ye lie, my ain true love
When the truth be won
I hae sought oot yer grave wi my mother
I hae sought oot yer grave in vain
I hae sought the bare banes o’ the truth and the men
Faither, whaur are ye lane?
Whaur dae ye lie, my faither?
Whaur dae ye lie, my son?
Whaur dae ye lie, my ain true love
When the truth be won
I hae cried oot yer name tae the for winds
I hae cried oot yer name til the dawn
I hae cried in the arms o’ yer sister dear
Whaur dae ye lie my son
Whaur dae ye lie, my faither?
Whaur dae ye lie, my son?
Whaur dae ye lie, my ain true love
When the truth be won
I hae dream’d o’ yer breath upon me
I hae dream’d o’ yer yella hair
I hae dream’d o’ the sounds o yer dyin love
Whaur dae ye lie, my dear
Whaur dae ye lie, my faither?
Whaur dae ye lie, my son?
Whaur dae ye lie, my ain true love
When the truth be won
Whaur dae ye lie, my son?
Whaur dae ye lie, my ain true love
When the truth be won
Oor friends, they came tae protect us
Oor friends they bad us bide
Oor friends left us standing there naked
Wi nae place left tae hide
Whaur dae ye lie, my faither?
Whaur dae ye lie, my son?
Whaur dae ye lie, my ain true love
When the truth be won
Oor neighbours, they came wi a hundred year hate
Oor neighbours, they came wi guns
Oor neighbours, they came for oor menfolk
An they slew them, everyone
Whaur dae ye lie, my faither?
Whaur dae ye lie, my son?
Whaur dae ye lie, my ain true love
When the truth be won
I hae sought oot yer grave wi my mother
I hae sought oot yer grave in vain
I hae sought the bare banes o’ the truth and the men
Faither, whaur are ye lane?
Whaur dae ye lie, my faither?
Whaur dae ye lie, my son?
Whaur dae ye lie, my ain true love
When the truth be won
I hae cried oot yer name tae the for winds
I hae cried oot yer name til the dawn
I hae cried in the arms o’ yer sister dear
Whaur dae ye lie my son
Whaur dae ye lie, my faither?
Whaur dae ye lie, my son?
Whaur dae ye lie, my ain true love
When the truth be won
I hae dream’d o’ yer breath upon me
I hae dream’d o’ yer yella hair
I hae dream’d o’ the sounds o yer dyin love
Whaur dae ye lie, my dear
Whaur dae ye lie, my faither?
Whaur dae ye lie, my son?
Whaur dae ye lie, my ain true love
When the truth be won
Contributed by Alessandro - 2009/9/20 - 15:17
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Album "Last Leaves"
Una canzone in memoria delle 8.000 vittime del massacro di Srebrenica, in Bosnia, ad opera delle truppe della Republika Srpska (VRS) al comando di Ratko Mladić, luglio 1995.