Sons Of Lyrics - Scott 3 - Scott Walker

Sons of the thief, sons of the saint 

Who is the child with no complaint 

Sons of the great or sons unknown 

All were children like your own 

The same sweet smiles, the same sad tears 

The cries at night, the nightmare fears 

Sons of the great or sons unknown 

All were children like your own 

So long ago: long, long, ago 

But sons of tycoons or sons of the farms 

All of the children ran from your arms 

Through fields of gold, through fields of ruin 

All of the children vanished too soon 

In towering waves, in walls of flesh 

Among dying birds trembling with death 

Sons of tycoons or sons of the farms 

All of the children ran from your arms 

So long ago: long, long, ago 

But sons of your sons or sons passing by 

Children we lost in lullabies 

Sons of true love or sons of regret 

All of the sons you cannot forget 

Some built the roads, some wrote the poems 

Some went to war, some never came home 

Sons of your sons or sons passing by 

Children we lost in lullabies 

So long ago: long, long, ago 

But, sons of the thief, sons of the saint 

Who is the child with no complaint 

Sons of the great or sons unknown 

All were children like your own 

The same sweet smiles, the same sad tears 

The cries at night, the nightmare fears 

Sons of the great or sons unknown 

All were children like your own.