Sons Of

[All: Scott Walker] 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 towering waves, in walls of flesh Among dying birds trembling with death Sons of tycoons or sons of the farms All of the children ran from your arms So long ago. Long, long ago And sons of your sons are sons passing by Children we lost in lullabiies Sons of true love or sons of regret All of the sons you cannot forget Some built the roads, some row the boats Some went to war, some never came home Sons of your sons or sons passing by Children we lost in lullabies So long ago. Long, long ago 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