Song for Grace

Song For Grace - Sara Storer

Written by：Ted Egan/Garth Porter

I was a girl of 13 when my brother's

Went off to the walk

Batman and Robin and Jack

Has away from the door

I thought you and world

Could have brought us

As handsome as they

Three strying lot horsemen

I see their propicals today

A parents we're Irish

With no love for England at all

But the suns where stryin'

In each privately answer the call

In they turned up slatch hat

And their feathers and leggings and spurs

The end part is much as my mother knew

Is sons were her's

And at the going down of the sun

And then the morning

I will remember them I can't forget

The mail man brought cards

From Colombo and then from port side

He's a further of outjack in Egypt

Is his camel ride

And look at young Bobby

In London he crossing the strain

And Matt and rides mom and dad

Life in Miami as grand

When the telegram came

With the news about our darling Jack

I had the terrible task of breaking

The news to my dad

With their own trutch holes punch

My father was crawling the land

I ran to the pedic

The telegram clutched in my hand

The Irish men medic

Say thank you now leave me alone

Going back to the household

Your mother she's tear on her own

He called stand on them punch

We have to get on with this job

But I saw his slam shoulders

And I heard he's heart rending saw

And at the going down of the sun

And then the morning

I will remember them I can't forget

And at the going down of the sun

And then the morning

I will remember them I can't forget

I can't forget