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The Patriot's Dream (Album Version) - Gordon Lightfoot
Written by：GORDON LIGH/LENNY WARONKER
The songs of the wars are as old as the hills
They cling like the rust on the cold steel that kills
They tell of the boys who went down to the tracks
In a patriotic manner with the cold steel on their backs
The patriots dream is as old as the sky
It lives in the lust of a cold callous lie
Lets drink to the men who got caught by the chill
Of the patriotic fever and the cold steel that kills
The train pulled away on that glorious night
The drummer got drunk and the bugler got tight
While the boys in the back sang a song of good cheer
While riding off to glory in the spring of their years
The patriots dream still lives on today
It makes mothers weep and it makes lovers pray
Lets drink to the men who got caught by the chill
Of the patriotic fever and the cold steel that kills
Well there was a sad sad lady
Weeping all night long
She received a sad sad message
From a voice on the telephone
Her children were all sleeping
As she waited out the dawn
How could she tell those children
That their father was shot down
So she took them to her side that day
And she told them one by one
Your father was a good man ten thousand miles from home
He tried to do his duty
And it took him straight to hell
He might be in some prison
I hope he's treated well
Well there was a young girl watching
In the early afternoon
When she heard the name of someone
Who said hed be home soon
And she wondered how they got him
But the papers did not tell
There would be no sweet reunion
There would be no wedding bells
So she took herself into her room and
She turned the bed sheets down
And she cried into the silken folds
Of her new wedding gown
He tried to do his duty
Took him straight to hell
He might be in some prison
I hope he's treated well
Well there was an old man sitting
In his mansion on the hill
And he thought of his good fortune
The time hed yet o kill
Well he called to his wife one day come sit
With me awhile
Then turning toward the sunset he smiled a wicked smile
Well I'd like to say I'm sorry for the sinful
Deeds I've done
But let me first remind you
I'm a patriotic son
They tried to do their duty
And it took 'em straight to hell
They might be in some prison
I hope they're treated well
The songs of the wars are as old as the hills
They cling like the rust on the cold steel that kills
They tell of the boys who went down to the tracks
In a patriotic manner with the cold steel on their backs
The train pulled away on that glorious night
The drummer got drunk and the bugler got tight
While the boys in the back sang a song of good cheer
While riding off to glory in the spring of their years
The patriots dream still lives on today
It makes mothers weep and it makes lovers pray
Lets drink to the men who got caught by the chill
Of the patriotic fever and the cold steel that kills
