I sit here alone amidst this great crowd
I bow my head when I hear no sound
But the whisper in the wind of life just spent
And sings a prayer for the dying..
On every shore and on every single land
Were battles scares are all that stands
And wrecked body's litter the living sand
And sings a prayer for the dying.
Poor men stands at ever battle fought
With nothing to win and everything to lose.
We stand there on both sides of the field
And sings a prayer for the dying.
A silent night I can not see
As the roar of the gun shake the earth.
I turn my head up to the sky
And sings a prayer for the dying.
Don't feel like Achilles on the fields of Troy
Or John Wayne in a green berry
As I look at a friend lying there in the mud
And sings a prayer for the dying.
A drum beat for the last tattoo
As another comrade falls next to me.
No time for tears no time for fear
And sings a prayer for the dying.
Us poor share in all this slaughter
Never ever knowing what it's for.
Just pick up our wounded friends
And sings a prayer for the dying.
Rich men from both side sit in there towers
Counting there profits from every war
The total keeps on rising higher and higher
And sings a prayer for the dying.
The raven pecks on the living flesh
And on the empty words of Politian said.
As another orphan child cry
And sing a prayer for the dying.
An empty song that fills up the air
Threw the mud filled fields full of despair.
Who's hand of god has led us here
To sing a prayer for the dying,
To sing a prayer for the dying..
I bow my head when I hear no sound
But the whisper in the wind of life just spent
And sings a prayer for the dying..
On every shore and on every single land
Were battles scares are all that stands
And wrecked body's litter the living sand
And sings a prayer for the dying.
Poor men stands at ever battle fought
With nothing to win and everything to lose.
We stand there on both sides of the field
And sings a prayer for the dying.
A silent night I can not see
As the roar of the gun shake the earth.
I turn my head up to the sky
And sings a prayer for the dying.
Don't feel like Achilles on the fields of Troy
Or John Wayne in a green berry
As I look at a friend lying there in the mud
And sings a prayer for the dying.
A drum beat for the last tattoo
As another comrade falls next to me.
No time for tears no time for fear
And sings a prayer for the dying.
Us poor share in all this slaughter
Never ever knowing what it's for.
Just pick up our wounded friends
And sings a prayer for the dying.
Rich men from both side sit in there towers
Counting there profits from every war
The total keeps on rising higher and higher
And sings a prayer for the dying.
The raven pecks on the living flesh
And on the empty words of Politian said.
As another orphan child cry
And sing a prayer for the dying.
An empty song that fills up the air
Threw the mud filled fields full of despair.
Who's hand of god has led us here
To sing a prayer for the dying,
To sing a prayer for the dying..
envoyé par giorgio - 20/5/2013 - 08:27
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Lyrics & Music by Alastair Hughes
Album: Who Cares Any More