Son, as i stand here, all alone
Looking down, upon your stone
I remember passing out day
You’d grown so tall, and oh so brave
You looked so smart, so very proud
And the band was playing, very loud
I stood with your mother, by my side
Both of us swollen up with pride,
But a feeling niggled, deep inside
In my heart of hearts i knew someone had lied
I knew the donkeys had lied to the lions
In pursuit of new fires for their irons
Son, it is very hard to take,
Son, i know i made a big mistake,
Son, i knew the war was one big fake
Son, your mum and i ache and ache
We’ll never, ever, get the chance
To see you dance your wedding dance
Son, oh son, my lovely son
Son, oh son, my lovely son
When you were still a little boy
I brought you a bright shiny toy
I thought you’d have a lot of fun
Playing with your new toy gun
Now i know what i must do
This is the promise, i make to you
Whenever i meet fathers and sons
I’ll tell them all, smash up your guns
Fathers and sons – smash up your guns
Fathers and sons – smash up your guns
Do it now – do it – for my son!
Looking down, upon your stone
I remember passing out day
You’d grown so tall, and oh so brave
You looked so smart, so very proud
And the band was playing, very loud
I stood with your mother, by my side
Both of us swollen up with pride,
But a feeling niggled, deep inside
In my heart of hearts i knew someone had lied
I knew the donkeys had lied to the lions
In pursuit of new fires for their irons
Son, it is very hard to take,
Son, i know i made a big mistake,
Son, i knew the war was one big fake
Son, your mum and i ache and ache
We’ll never, ever, get the chance
To see you dance your wedding dance
Son, oh son, my lovely son
Son, oh son, my lovely son
When you were still a little boy
I brought you a bright shiny toy
I thought you’d have a lot of fun
Playing with your new toy gun
Now i know what i must do
This is the promise, i make to you
Whenever i meet fathers and sons
I’ll tell them all, smash up your guns
Fathers and sons – smash up your guns
Fathers and sons – smash up your guns
Do it now – do it – for my son!
Contributed by DoNQuijote82 - 2012/8/22 - 13:20
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