Psalters - Ol' Glory lyrics

The k**ing fields are striped with red White lies in between While on a placid blue they float Like islands safe from all they sowed beneath High above that poor man's toil They lay in sacred isolation Safely placed in rows they are Stars of self-preservation And on Good Friday (And all that glory,) All that ol' glory... In that corner sea serene Fifty stars line up against you Flying high but they will sink With the weight of a heavy millstone No man is an island No one can run from all they've done In that deep blue they'll sink Fifty stars never to see the sun And on Good Friday Those red stripes are carved into your back And on Good Friday Those stars spangled your body blue and black And on Good Friday The stars and stripes were torn in two And all that glory, all that ol' glory Belongs alone To You