The Lost Children Lyrics - Gordon Lightfoot

Down the hall their voices ring, their feet are on the run 

Phantoms on the winter sky, together they do come 

Faded lips and eyes of blue, they're carried in the wind 

Their laughter filled the countryside but they'll not laugh again 

All the games are ended now, their voices have been stilled 

Their fathers built the tools of war by which they all were killed 

Their mothers made the uniforms, showing which side they were on 

And the young boys were the middle men for the guns to prey upon 

You've seen the fires in the night, watched the Devil as he smiles 

You've heard a mother's mournful cry as she searches for her child 

You've seen the lines of refugees, the faces of despair 

And wondered at the wise men who never seem to care 

Goodbye, you lost children, God speed you on your way 

Your little beds are empty now, your toys are put away 

Your mother sings a lullaby as she gazes at the floor 

Your father builds more weapons and marches out once more