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 tow'ring waves, in walls of flesh
Among dying birds trembling with d**h
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 pa**ing 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 pa**ing 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 ….
Like your own, like your own,
Like your own