Sons Of - Nana Mouskouri
Sons of the sea 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 sons unknown
All were children like your own
Sons of tycoons or sons from 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
Amid dying birds trembling with death
Sons of tycoons sons from the farms
All of the children ran from your arms
Sons of your sons sons passing by
Children were lost in lullaby
Sons of true love sons of regret
All of your sons you can never forget
Some build the roads some wrote the poems
Some went to war some never came home
Sons of your sons sons passing by
Children were lost in lullaby
