My People 4 38 Lyrics - New Model Army

(Sullivan) 

Stare across the crowd, the fear and love in their faces 

The children of the tribes, prisoners of the flags unfurling 

Protect us in these changing times 

The warm embrace, the killing price... 

My people right or wrong 

Remember running from the hall as the voices screamed behind us 

I felt I'd die for you in the sunlit hills of our home 

The moments come the recede away 

The empty words, the hollow light of day... 

My people right or wrong 

And outside is cold 

Staring up at the lighted window 

And in the bitter home 

The thicker the blood the faster it keeps on flowing 

Get in your place, boy 

Let's take what's ours, boy 

Understand the price, boy 

I've seen those who try to make a life without kin for ever 

So I've taken my place uncertain at your shoulder 

The last few prayers, the whistle blow, 

And into the fray once more we go 

My people right or wrong