His eyes they closed
and his last breath spoke
He had seen all to be seen
A life once full
Now an empty vase
Wilt the blossums
on his early grave
Walk away me boy
walk away me boy
and by morning we'll be free
Wipe that golden tear
from your mother dear
and raise what's left
of the flag for me
Then the rosary beads
count them 1 2 3
fell apart as they hit the floor
in a garb of black
We must pay respect
to the color we're born to mourn
Walk away me boys
walk away me boys
and by morning we'll be free
Wipe that golden tear
from your mother dear
raise what's left
of the flag for me
In his place there grew
an angry festered wound
filled with hatred and remorse
where I pick and scratch
'til the blood amassed
to silent rage now that fills my lungs
for there are many ways
to kill a man they say
with bayonet, axe or sword
but son a bullet fired
from a shapeless gun
just put the shell of a Thompson gun
Walk away me boys
walk away me boys
and by morning we'll be free
wipe that golden tear
from your mother dear
raise what's left
of the flag for me
From the east out to the western shore
where many men and many more will fall
but no angel flies with me tonight
Though freedom reigns on all
and curse the name for which
we slaved our days
so every men chose Kingdom Come
But sure as night turns day
it's the fashion pallay
oh my God
What have they done
with madman's rage
well they dug our graves
but the dead rise again you fools
Walk away me boys
walk away me boys
and by morning we'll be free
wipe that golden tear
from your mother dear
raise what's left
of the flag for me
Walk away me boy
walk away me boys
and my morning we'll be free
wipe that golden tear
from your mother dear
and raise what's left
of the flag for me..
and his last breath spoke
He had seen all to be seen
A life once full
Now an empty vase
Wilt the blossums
on his early grave
Walk away me boy
walk away me boy
and by morning we'll be free
Wipe that golden tear
from your mother dear
and raise what's left
of the flag for me
Then the rosary beads
count them 1 2 3
fell apart as they hit the floor
in a garb of black
We must pay respect
to the color we're born to mourn
Walk away me boys
walk away me boys
and by morning we'll be free
Wipe that golden tear
from your mother dear
raise what's left
of the flag for me
In his place there grew
an angry festered wound
filled with hatred and remorse
where I pick and scratch
'til the blood amassed
to silent rage now that fills my lungs
for there are many ways
to kill a man they say
with bayonet, axe or sword
but son a bullet fired
from a shapeless gun
just put the shell of a Thompson gun
Walk away me boys
walk away me boys
and by morning we'll be free
wipe that golden tear
from your mother dear
raise what's left
of the flag for me
From the east out to the western shore
where many men and many more will fall
but no angel flies with me tonight
Though freedom reigns on all
and curse the name for which
we slaved our days
so every men chose Kingdom Come
But sure as night turns day
it's the fashion pallay
oh my God
What have they done
with madman's rage
well they dug our graves
but the dead rise again you fools
Walk away me boys
walk away me boys
and by morning we'll be free
wipe that golden tear
from your mother dear
raise what's left
of the flag for me
Walk away me boy
walk away me boys
and my morning we'll be free
wipe that golden tear
from your mother dear
and raise what's left
of the flag for me..
inviata da giorgio - 23/10/2010 - 09:19
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Album: Drunken Lullabies
The song "What's Left of the Flag" by Flogging Molly speaks to the sufferings of war and the grief it brings to families being torn apart by violence. It speaks to the idea that we must remember those who died in conflict and commemorate them, that their stories must live on with our struggle and fight for freedom. The song is a powerful paean to those who gave their lives for their country, to those who were brave of heart and those whose courage will remain an inspiration throughout generations. The chorus ultimately calls for us to raise what’s left of the flag as a tribute and homage to the ideals of freedom and liberty, and as a reminder of the ultimate cost of war.